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Battling it Out in ZONE 21

9/17/2015

 
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Battling it Out in ZONE 21

Just as the most gorgeous of fog was burnt off by the prettiest of sunrises,.. a call out to the base... picking up a Rear Admiral and a Brigadier General out front to the Officer's mess to be delivered to the Train Station... Good dudes, both younger than me (yikes); one had grown up in Trenton, the other, stationed there for his three...

They got my standard "thank you for your service" spiel... the spiel I give, every chance I get to the service men I meet.... the firemen, cops n' soldiers et all who toil away in harms way on our behalf.
A pleasant conversation with a couple of guys humbled enough to seemingly know their rank was as much PR as it was a definition of their leadership (which I'd never put to question)... both had served "over seas" which I come to find these days, seems to be code for having served in Afghanistan. These past few years, I've not met a military man who hasn't... (The Woodstock syndrome? I doubt it).

Good guys... no tip... it happens.

Later today, a dream call... rather than driving an empty cab back from dropping a fare all the way past Treasure Island, I was again called into the base... another railroader delivery... this time a Captain in for courses designed to help him advance to Major (way way younger than me, this guy)...

The standard thank-you spiel led to his interest in telling me how he'd been to NYC a few times... mostly to attend that Electronic Music Fest they hold out on Randall's Island each year... a "three day" I never made it to (sadness overcomes me? not really)... We jib-jabbered on about this DJ n' that... the scene's we'd seen over the years... His shining-star moment was organizing an Afghan-leave to dance to some spinners in Cote d'azur (who knew this service I'd been thanking these guys for could be so... "cool man")

We turned into VIA just as we were agreeing on how peaceful and respectful the vibe at all those parties had been... I suggest that he give Bedouin a listen, I think he might...

Good guy... ten dollar tip... it happens.

It's funny how little the military presence is felt in this town. A town where the harbor is essentially a strung out fortress and there appears to be a cannon on every corner... I look forward to the next foggy sunrise lit gorgeous morning I'm called to service our service men and women... good guys put into uniform service... it happens.

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