Something Good, Something Bad . . .

Here’s a picture of something good:

These are baby chickies at my friend’s house.  He had a bucket full of them.  They are being born out of season.  He keeps them in his house.  They are very cute and things.  They go peep peep peep.

This is a picture that we did today.  It is in color and pastel.  The colors left my fingers dirty.  We had to go wash them.

(Done in about 15 minutes by our little one.  He is thinking/saying “this is a BAD PLACE”.  We don’t know why.  We get the feeling this is on or overlooking a river by a mountainside.  Why something so beautiful should give HIM such a feeling of impending doom?.  We certainly don’t know.  There was another one he/we did after this one.  It was very confusing, featuring a tank and APC and some kind of bunker hidden in the mountains and a big ol’ satillite dish or something.  We are thinking this comes from the imagination of a very uncertain child operating in a very difficult environment – a wartime environment it appears, and perhaps the creation of his/our own mind.  Given that, we are listing this under “Recovered Memories” and AS such must discount it as “Trash”.)
However – and this is very important to us on many levels – we can tell by the heightened sense of anxiety we get when we are thinking about it – there was that base – and the other one, there in the Mountains – they were the mountains and the Alps, and it was there . . . maybe something, maybe not . . .
The bunkers were there however – we remember finding them several times.  They were empty; leftovers from WWII . . .
However, there was this ONE base where things were not quite so inactive . . .
and there were those G.I.’s who “taught” us how to “fly” (seating us in those Cobras and learning how to move the sights around – the tracking systems for the machine gun; how the rockets worked (red rocker red rocker, silver switch is right under.  Thumb the switch, pull the trigger, and there’s work to be done . . .)
And I remember seeing the very first Blackhawk Helicopter – it was right there in 1972 or ‘3.   It was a very gray kind of day.  We were standing right there on the airport, only dozens of feet away.  This sort of thing was supposed to be a sort of hush-hush kinda thing – not too loud, the Russians are listening (or at least the East Germans there) . . . but there were other things, “downstairs”, hidden in the underground bunkers . . . It’s big trick was flying upside down.  “What a stupid trick,” I thought (even as a little child – I was about 12 or 13 at the time).  “Totally useless.”  And it was.  I don’t recall of ever hearing of a Blackhawk going on a mission . . . upside down.  And it seemed rather large – much larger than our other helicopters – too big to do anything, it seemed, especially when it came to dodging bullets.  “Give me the slim sleek Cobra any time,” I recall thinking, realizing the Cobra’s days had come, that it was running out of time . . .
Got to reading just now, wondering . . .
From WikkipediaSikorsky submitted the S-70 design for the United States Army‘s Utility Tactical Transport Aircraft System (UTTAS) competition in 1972. The Army designated the prototype as the YUH-60A and selected the Black Hawk as the winner of the program in 1976.
Damn . . . they must have still been doing evaluations . . . wonder why us kids were there . . .
Never mind.  No use wondering.  It’s something we’ll never know.  Or at least that’s what our oldest and most knowledgble friend keeps telling us (including about the MKULTRA ‘stuff’) . . . .
You’ll never know and you’ll never find out . . . but something happened there . . .
Story of my life sometime.
And now . . . something to make us feel kinda good: A photo from my own back yard, looking at the evening sky . . .

About jeffssong

JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle ( ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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8 Responses to Something Good, Something Bad . . .

  1. that bad place looks a bit like a burnt chocolate cake to me ~ strange associations. But the good colourful parts take more space on the picture that is a good thing!


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  3. phoenixrisesagain says:

    Your drawing inspired me to a poem ~ have a good day!


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    • jeffssong says:

      Guten tag und danke. Ich war ein Deutsch nicht, aber Ich war in Deutschland geboren mit der US Army. Ich eine lange Zeit in Ihrem schönen Land aus. Verzeihen Sie mein schlechtes Deutsch – es ist seit vielen Jahren habe ich gesprochen. Und nochmals vielen Dank.
      – Jeffsong mit alles


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