Written by Gary Wonning
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An excerpt from my book;
Some say that people can sense what some one is saying or doing over long distances, others dispute the fact.
One life experience that I can relate seems to confirm that indeed people do communicate over long distances, unbeknownst to the parties involved.
We were in the midst of the Vietnam Conflict, wanting to serve my country, but not necessarily in the Army, I enlisted in the Air Force Reserve in November of 1963 and flew to Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas for basic training beginning on January 3rd, 1964.
In those days, your family and friends could wait with you at the gate, so my parents and uncle accompanied me to the airport, after farewells from my family, (my mother wasn’t for this at all!) I boarded the plane, which was scheduled to leave at about 5:00PM.
This was to be my first flight, didn’t need any turbulence. Good Luck on that one!
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The flight to Texas was rather dramatic, in those days the mode of transportation were DC-6s, they normally flew at the unheard of altitude of 5,000 feet, which on a stormy day means flying directly through the clouds and any weather there might be.
Such was the case, with severe storms covering the eastern half of the U.S., we were rocking and rolling all the way to Texas, in those days flying was like riding a bus, a stop was made at every airport along the way.
Stopping in Memphis, Shreveport, and Houston, our final destination was reached at about 4:30 AM.
Almost 12 hours for an 800 mile flight, we were really booking!
Then the fun began! The first couple of weeks we spent learning the military way of life, up at 5 AM, breakfast, physical training, getting new uniforms, haircuts and the dreaded flu shot!
The day after I had been administered the flu shot, I was scheduled for KP, as luck would have it, I woke up at about 3 AM, sicker than a dog! I had the flu! Oh, Great!! I’m sure they are going to believe this one!
Oh, Well, I’ll just tough it out, I can make it through the day, and by tomorrow I’ll be OK again. Marching over to the chow hall, I began to realize this might not work. I was feeling really bad and probably looked like death warmed over, I had no trouble convincing the mess sergeant that I didn’t feel good, I was ordered to report to sick bay. Reporting to sick bay , my luck continued to get exceedingly worse, the Sergeant on duty was my Training Instructor!
Realizing that I would probably never see the sunshine again, I would spend the rest of my career on KP.
My sergeant , with a sneer, sent me to the barracks for R&R.
Suffering no repercussions from the ordeal, my life continued pretty much like it should, however, a few days later I received a letter from my mom.
She wanted to know if I was feeling better,as on the morning in question, she woke my dad up at 3 AM, and told him that I was sick with the flu!
She had no obvious way of knowing!
Gary has been a writer/ photographer for over 20 years, specializing in nature, landscapes and studying native cultures.Besides visiting most of the United States, he has traveled to such places as Egypt, the Canary Islands, much of the Caribbean. He has studied the Mayan Cultures in Central America, and the Australian Aboriginal way of life.Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in many different parts of the world!
He has published several books about the various cultures he has observed.
For more information and a link to his hard cover and Ebooks, and contact information: please check his website.www.journeysthrulife.com
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