I woke up in one morning a few years
back, and manually turned on my AM radio to Quang Tri. The D.J. was talking about what
a glorius day this was going to be "weather-wise." Looking around, I had to agree.
There was a slow breeze and just enough humidity to cause a light haze which was
quickly getting burnt off by the morning sun.
While the D.J. chattered further I fixed myself some breakfeast and made
myself a hot cup of strong coffee ...and a smoke. Finally they played some music. It
was a perfect call. I had heard Joni Mitchell singing Chelsea Morning before, but on
this day and at this moment, it was just the perfect song to play. I wasn't into
analyzing the words, it was the music in general. Or maybe it was the cigarette.
So the weather was perfect, the music was perfect, I had just enjoyed a
half-way decent breakfast, and to top all that off, today's assignment would be an
easy task. I put on my favorite diagonal striped burgandy and navy blue tie and
finished off a warm coke that had been left out all night. The first thing I had to do
after that was to talk to my co-workers about how best to accomplish the work of this
day.
I guess I'll always think of Joni Mitchell now, whenever I wake up to a
"Chelsea Morning." Anyway, one of my co-workers snapped a photo while I was finishing
off that coke. I enclose that photo as recollectional proof that I once had a decent
day... in Vietnam. With me on point, voluntarily, we humped a few clicks. 'Din't see a
damn thing.
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