Check out this Craigslist "missed connections" post

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  1. RenchFries

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    I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972 - m4w (Old State House)
    I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself.

    One week prior, at the behest of Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger, I'd flown four B-52 sorties over Hanoi. I dropped forty-eight bombs. How many homes I destroyed, how many lives I ended, I'll never know. But in the eyes of my superiors, I had served my country honorably, and I was thusly discharged with such distinction.

    And so on the morning of that New Year's Eve, I found myself in a barren studio apartment on Beacon and Hereford with a fifth of Tennessee rye and the pang of shame permeating the recesses of my soul. When the bottle was empty, I made for the door and vowed, upon returning, that I would retrieve the Smith & Wesson Model 15 from the closet and give myself the discharge I deserved.

    I walked for hours. I looped around the Fenway before snaking back past Symphony Hall and up to Trinity Church. Then I roamed through the Common, scaled the hill with its golden dome, and meandered into that charming labyrinth divided by Hanover Street. By the time I reached the waterfront, a charcoal sky had opened and a drizzle became a shower. That shower soon gave way to a deluge. While the other pedestrians darted for awnings and lobbies, I trudged into the rain. I suppose I thought, or rather hoped, that it might wash away the patina of guilt that had coagulated around my heart. It didn't, of course, so I started back to the apartment.

    And then I saw you.

    You'd taken shelter under the balcony of the Old State House. You were wearing a teal ball gown, which appeared to me both regal and ridiculous. Your brown hair was matted to the right side of your face, and a galaxy of freckles dusted your shoulders. I'd never seen anything so beautiful.

    When I joined you under the balcony, you looked at me with your big green eyes, and I could tell that you'd been crying. I asked if you were okay. You said you'd been better. I asked if you'd like to have a cup of coffee. You said only if I would join you. Before I could smile, you snatched my hand and led me on a dash through Downtown Crossing and into Neisner's.

    We sat at the counter of that five and dime and talked like old friends. We laughed as easily as we lamented, and you confessed over pecan pie that you were engaged to a man you didn't love, a banker from some line of Boston nobility. A Cabot, or maybe a Chaffee. Either way, his parents were hosting a soirée to ring in the New Year, hence the dress.

    For my part, I shared more of myself than I could have imagined possible at that time. I didn't mention Vietnam, but I got the sense that you could see there was a war waging inside me. Still, your eyes offered no pity, and I loved you for it.

    After an hour or so, I excused myself to use the restroom. I remember consulting my reflection in the mirror. Wondering if I should kiss you, if I should tell you what I'd done from the cockpit of that bomber a week before, if I should return to the Smith & Wesson that waited for me. I decided, ultimately, that I was unworthy of the resuscitation this stranger in the teal ball gown had given me, and to turn my back on such sweet serendipity would be the real disgrace.

    On the way back to the counter, my heart thumped in my chest like an angry judge's gavel, and a future -- our future -- flickered in my mind. But when I reached the stools, you were gone. No phone number. No note. Nothing.

    As strangely as our union had begun, so too had it ended. I was devastated. I went back to Neisner's every day for a year, but I never saw you again. Ironically, the torture of your abandonment seemed to swallow my self-loathing, and the prospect of suicide was suddenly less appealing than the prospect of discovering what had happened in that restaurant. The truth is I never really stopped wondering.

    I'm an old man now, and only recently did I recount this story to someone for the first time, a friend from the VFW. He suggested I look for you on Facebook. I told him I didn't know anything about Facebook, and all I knew about you was your first name and that you had lived in Boston once. And even if by some miracle I happened upon your profile, I'm not sure I would recognize you. Time is cruel that way.

    This same friend has a particularly sentimental daughter. She's the one who led me here to Craigslist and these Missed Connections. But as I cast this virtual coin into the wishing well of the cosmos, it occurs to me, after a million what-ifs and a lifetime of lost sleep, that our connection wasn't missed at all.

    You see, in these intervening forty-two years I've lived a good life. I've loved a good woman. I've raised a good man. I've seen the world. And I've forgiven myself. And you were the source of all of it. You breathed your spirit into my lungs one rainy afternoon, and you can't possibly imagine my gratitude.

    I have hard days, too. My wife passed four years ago. My son, the year after. I cry a lot. Sometimes from the loneliness, sometimes I don't know why. Sometimes I can still smell the smoke over Hanoi. And then, a few dozen times a year, I'll receive a gift. The sky will glower, and the clouds will hide the sun, and the rain will begin to fall. And I'll remember.

    So wherever you've been, wherever you are, and wherever you're going, know this: you're with me still.



    http://boston.craigslist.org/gbs/mis/5237173491.html

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  2. Gitfiddle

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    Fuckin' pussy hippie.
     
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    Ferris Bueller floating around

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  4. RenchFries

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    Pill Queen Elegantly wasted Gold

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  6. Gitfiddle

    Gitfiddle Live Deliciously

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    Oh, and also...

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    bullshit. no 72 year old guy wrote that.
     
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    Gitfiddle Live Deliciously

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    freds and I think exactly alike.
     
  9. geo

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    fake or not, that was fucking beautiful. :hersh:

     
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    Where has Dave been?
     
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    These "missed connections" are so odd. I can't imagine them ever working, even once.

    "I saw you at Target... you had a blue shirt on .... you smiled at me but I was too chicken to do anything about it.... call me and tell me what I was wearing so I know it's you".

    STFU
     
  12. Napoleon V

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    The guy was bombing Hanoi on XMAS and chillen in his Boston apartment on New Years? :bs:
     
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    Lookin to hook up :jj:
     
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  14. A Succulent Chinese Meal

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    Lol I wasn't even born yet, what a loser
     
  15. A Succulent Chinese Meal

    A Succulent Chinese Meal Oh, that's a nice headlock, sir. VIP

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    Someone ought to be writing and self publishing free e-books with those chops.
     
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    He would have been part of Operation Linebacker II, when Nixon bombed North Vietnam back to the negotiating table.
    http://www.historynet.com/the-11-day-war.htm

    I can believe a pilot that lived through that operation had PTSD. The Strategic Air Command (SAC) had no plan to bomb North Vietnam and hurriedly came up with some tactics that put the bombers in more danger than was necessary. Also, the North Vietnamese were trigger happy and shot multiple missiles at each bomber, including salvos of up to 6 or 8 missiles.

    "All bombers were to depart from the same initial point (IP), make the same bomb run in single-file formation, fly exactly the same airspeeds, operate in exactly the same altitude blocks and maintain exactly the same spacing between each of the three-ship cells (one minute) and between each aircraft within the cells (15 seconds).

    A B-52 copilot who flew Linebacker II sorties from Andersen, then-Captain Don Craig, wrote me that “We knew there were big planning flaws, starting with the long lines of bombers coming in the same route…and it was straight down Thud Ridge, for God’s sake….It looked very much like ducks in a shooting gallery.” B-52 radar navigator Captain Wilton Strickland, operating from the other B-52 base, at U-Tapao airfield in Thailand, concurred: “[The spacing] gave enemy air defenses plenty of time to track and fire on each aircraft as it came within range….Long before we entered the target area, they knew our precise altitude, spacing and approach route….”

    "Ten B-52s were shot down over the North and five others were damaged and crashed in Laos or Thailand. 33 B-52 crew members were killed or missing in action, another 33 became prisoners of war, and 26 more were rescued"
     
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  17. A Succulent Chinese Meal

    A Succulent Chinese Meal Oh, that's a nice headlock, sir. VIP

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    I need a website with a younger demographic.
     
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  18. Elwood

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    "I'd flown four B-52 sorties over Hanoi. I dropped forty-eight bombs..."

    48 bombs? That's only about half a B-52's payload.
    Maybe they would send him out half full to save fuel, but no way would they send him out four times with just 12 bombs.

    It would be a waste of taxpayer dollars.
     
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  19. Artie Laugh

    Artie Laugh ****

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    You read all of that?
     
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    The modification created enough capacity for a total of 60,000 pounds (27,215 kg) in 108 bombs. Thus modified, B-52Ds could carry 22,000 pounds (9,980 kg) more than B-52Fs.
     
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