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Thought you might like this article located here: https://right-thoughts.us/index.php/weblog/comments/notes_for_my_wife_part_2_the_captain_jim_adventures_part_1/ Notes for my wife, part 2: The Captain Jim Adventures Part 1 This is part 2 of the Notes For My Wife posts.  Part 1, with an explanation as to what the hell I’m talking about, is here. Captain Jim, Part 1: The Flight It was a dark and stormy night.  Captain Jim Kenefick drew the collar of his flight jacket close to his neck, hoping to keep the chill wind at bay. “My God, it is fucking freezing in here!” he remarked to his co-pilot.  The wind howled through the hole in the fuselage, drowning out the co-pilot’s reply. “What did you say?” Jim yelled. “I said there’s a fucking war on, sir!  We’re lucky that German bastard didn’t shoot us out of the sky!  Sir!” Sergeant Ralph Gotto had been Jim’s co-pilot since the early days of the Army Air Corps’ entry into World War II.  They’d flown countless missions together, dropping bombs over tiny Pacific islands, transporting cargo over frozen Chinese mountain ranges, bringing needed supplies to troops in France.  Now they were on their most important mission yet: going to Stop & Shop. Raising his voice to be heard over the whistling wind, Ralph turned to Jim. “So Cap, did you talk to her?” “Whattya mean?” “I mean did you tell her we were being sent on another mission.” “No.  I just didn’t have the heart to wake her.” Jim’s eyes reflected the sadness his raised voice could not.  “I mean, the poor thing.  Why should she sit awake all night, imagining me struggling to get the cart down the produce aisle?  Or be faced with the idea that I might have to reach my bare hands into the frozen foods freezers?  Women shouldn’t have to know about the horrors of this war, Ralph.  Come to think of it, neither should men.  But we gotta do what we gotta do, right?  Those groceries aren’t gonna get themselves, Nazis and Japs be damned.” “So what’d ya do, Cap?” “I left her a note, Ralph.  It just said ‘Going out for groceries.  Be back soonest, my love.’ I left it on the bedside table.” Ralph beamed with pride at his pilot and commanding officer.  “That’s fucking beautiful, Sir.  It’s a god-damned honor to fly with you, sir.  When this war is over, I want to buy you a drink.” “No, Ralph.  I’ll buy you a drink.  And then we can have that gay sex we’ve never talked about.  Now get on the horn and tell HQ we left the airfield at 1500 hours.” “1500 what?” “3 O’clock, Ralph.  How many years have you been flying in the Army?” “Sorry sir.  Hey, while we’re at Stop & Shop, can we get some candy and stockings for my girl Mabel?” Jim paused, reflecting on how difficult it was to get chocolate and nylons ever since the war started. “Of course you can, Ralph.  Of course you can.” Captain Jim is my hero!  ;) Could this be more fantasy/ego-driven?  Yes, it could.  I’m not sure how, but there must be a way.  Captain Jim part 2 coming soon…