Been Dark Days Before
by, March 21st, 2009 at 01:17 AM (1000 Views)
I am set to begin more regular vlogging as soon as I recover from my recent life.
In the meantime, in these here dire times of ours, I think it's best to remember we have had dire times before and rose to the occasion.
Not me, personally.
But my brother John did. He rose time and again to the occasion. And rose some more.
For some strange peculiarites of the puberty process, John matured a lot earlier than me. My parents feared I'd get hurt during our childish games of what our father called "Grab Ass." I guess if we played this kind of thing today, what with me being so little and cherubic still, and John practically a grown man with arms hairier than most ape species, well the neighbors would have probably put out an amber alert.
I always thought my parents sent John away somewhere, maybe to work as a stevedore or hog butcher to the world or skullcracker in a cathouse. I missed my big twin something feirce, the way the Brain, I am sure, would have missed Pinky if the two them got separated.
I didn't hold it again my parents--hell, if Fightin' John had hung around waiting for my own growth spurt to make me safe from beatings in his company, I probably would still be dead.
When I found out the truth, of course, I was flabbergasted. My parents didn't send him off. He went down to the enlistment office, faked his age, and got sent to fight the war.
Here's a film he just finished where he opens up about this for the first time in his life.
And the irony of it, his heroism and all: I know I could kick his ass from Here to Eternity. But I also know I never will.
God bless Fightin' John Thornton, my identical twin. If I can someday show just one wee bit of his courage in the pool, y'all better watch the **** out!
Enjoy yourselves. The show starts now!
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00QBtmUs38U"]YouTube - Fightin' John's War Diaries[/ame]