Alaskan Gal,Marion,Marion you can twist this old man around your little finger.And I love it. I told my wife, Elizabeth how well we communicate and she
gives me that little MEXICAN smile with a hug and sez "I'm glad".
I gotta tell you a little story about one of the NICE times I had in Italy.
We had just got back off the line and pitched our pup tent when my buddy
Kenneth Ryan said, Hey-Riojas, remember where we saw that bunch of
chickens back there? I said yeah, well go get one and I'll go over to the
Mess tent and I'll borrow a skillet and stuff and we can eat chicken. I said,
how the hell am I going to get one, all he said, "You got an M-1 doncha"
Needless to say I came back with one. And he was waiting for me. So I
said how the hell you gonna clean this thing, He said just hold it by the
legs. WITHIN 5 MINS. HE HADE THAT CHICKEN SKINNED, ALL I COULD
SAY WAS 'DAMN' AND HE ANSWERED, WE DO THIS IN OKLAHOMA ALL
THE TIME. We carried a little coleman stove took one of my canteens
marked gas. filled up the stove while he cut the chicken up and boy
did we eat. Course he also got fixins fer it. just me and him
had a feast. I think this was the summer of '44 still in the mountains.
AND THE WARWAS TEN THOUSAND MILES AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One of my rare nice moments. Roque J. Riojas to my gal, just Rocky
Excuse me Sir, but you just mentioned a name that triggered some childhood memories if it's the same man....Kenneth Ryan. Was this Kenneth Ryan by any chance from Brooklyn NY???
Jim
PS- oops! Guess I spoke too soon...he was from Oklahoma...