After that there was no turning back I guess. America, and in particular California, always appealed to me but I guess due to those early experiences it was the music of the 60’s counterculture that always captivated my attention. Given my father's interest in the same kind of thing, the music was ever present in our house as were the films to do with that era, particular the Vietnam war movies. I remember watching them all with my father, Full Metal Jacket, The Deer Hunter, Good Morning Vietnam, Hamburger Hill, Platoon, Born On The Fourth of July…we watched them all, over and over, and I remember vividly when the first Gulf War kicked off, we were all glued to the TV as the footage came in of the American military kicking into gear. I was fascinated by the Stealth Bombers and used to cut out all the photos of the planes from the newspapers and keep them in a scrapbook, I still have that somewhere. The war was also close to home in a literal sense, as I live in the vicinity of Shannon airport, which was used by the American military to refuel on the way to Iraq. In fact they still use it to this day. The huge transport planes fly over my house at night on a regular basis. You have to appreciate the power of these things when they rumble over like thunder in the dead of night, the whole house rattles and you can only imagine what it must be like for the poor bastards that hear the likes of a B-52 bomber coming at them in anger.
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awesome war machines but I always feel for the women and children on the receiving end in the dead of night.
It's okay if we don't agree with them, or want them to live life as we do. Anyway, it's good to have you along for the ride. Glad you like the blog. Charles.
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