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It’s been a long time since I was in combat but I still dream about my experiences on a daily basis. The dreams never seem to fit the nightmare scenario. Some are funny and some are scary but for the most part, they don’t alarm me. I think I will tell you about a funny one and maybe latter I will write about others.
I was hovering above Dover AFB like a helicopter in nothing but my Fruit of The Loom shorts. I had a perfect view of the tarmac and I could see soldiers unloading a casket from a C-5 aircraft. The casket contained the body of an Army Officer killed in combat. It was draped with an American flag. Apparently, I was the body. I guess I did something stupid that got me killed. Then all of a sudden, I must have hovered two-thousand miles to my home town, Laredo, TX. Now I was hovering above my own funeral site, but still in my Fruit of The Loom shorts. People were gathered around and my family members were all present. Nothing was left out, there were bunches of flowers, some people were holding small American flags. I could see a military officer presenting some posthumous medals to my wife. That confirmed it, I did do something stupid. Soon the traditional 21-gun salute took place and a bugler played taps. I never could handle taps, not even at my own funeral. Maybe, the important lesson here, is that one should never go into combat without a clean pair of Fruit of The Loom shorts. Well, I’m still here. After all it was just a dream.