By Carl “J.C.” Pantejo, Copyright May possibly 2008
Author “My Friend Yu – The Prosperity Mentor,” Copyright June 2007. Pantejo – Y.M. Vurce Publishing.
*The following story is usually incorporated in “My Friend Yu – this Prosperity Mentor: Book 2,” Pantejo – Y.N. Vurce Building. Release Date: 2008.
**Note through the Author:
When asked about this military career, I simply tell people that I was “Dumb, Stubborn, plus Lucky (Dumb enough so that you can volunteer, Stubborn enough to stay, and Lucky enough to survive).”
The actual “Imagine That…” series chronicles some of the additional amusing experiences (that I can however remember) from over 2 full decades of U.S. armed forces service; most of which was in the particular Asian theater.
But, i highly recommend you keep in mind the following conversation:
Wondering Man: “What did you learn from the years in the military?”
Us: “The first and last thing these people teach you is to forget.”
Interested Man: “Who are they and exactly what were you supposed to forget?”
Me: “I don’t know. I forgot.”
Interesting Man: “I see. You must have been a fine student.”
Me: “I’d like to imagine so.”
The above conversation provides clue why some things will probably neither be mentioned, neither of them explained in some of the experiences of this series.
Simply put, I actually forgot.
Nevertheless, I am certain you might enjoy these stories, my friend.
Carl “J.C.” Pantejo
“[Life] Amazing! Isn’t it?”
- Asian Angel of Mercy :
Assuming that I’d not heard the girl’s the first time, she repeated, “Chief, possibly there is anything else I can do available for you?”
She was a 19 yr old Fil-Am (Filipina-American) who had recently managed to graduate from Basic U.Utes. Navy Corpsman School. She was carrying out her mandatory clinical phase/rounds up to speed this Navy Submarine Tender (a ship equipped with hyperbaric chamber services), the ship I’d been flown to almost 20 hours ago intended for hyperbaric treatment. I had just completed a Table VI (and also V?) treatment in the “squeeze chamber” and also was on the ship’s tiny health sickbay cum ward.
The lovely Corpsman had assumed correctly.
(In addition to what a sweet ass-sumption it was! But I actually stray from the story. Many tangents will track.)
I hadn’t heard a word of what she said since confirming to her ward. I has been too enamored with her brown epidermis, almond eyes, and oh-so-slim and alluring body. Most other bodily functions were being put on hold – except needless to say, you know what.
Us men are that adheres to that.
When I arrived at the Irritated yesterday night, via emergency MEDEVAC (medical evacuation) helicopter, I was semi-conscious as well as clad in only my plunge shorts (the Navy distributed “UDT”, khaki-colored shorts worn by many U.S. military scuba, Special Warfare, and Intense Ordnance Disposal Teams) and engrossed in a couple of black wool blankets to combat the coldness regarding shock.
The helo crew as well as medical attendants were very happy to release/dump me on the Going doctor at the Tender. Unsurprisingly, and later verified by the established medical reports, I was and so disoriented and obstinate which i tried to free myself with the gurney straps and jump from the MEDEVAC helo… not once, but 3 times!
Luckily the attendants have been consummate professionals; and though they couldn’t sedate me (sedation criminal symptomatic alterations of consciousness and rendered further neurological checks useless), they nevertheless; “motivated” me to behave.
People did this by menacingly waving a considerable urethral catheter in front of my face while simultaneously snapping the angles of their surgical gloves! The that means was instantly understood: “Chief, perform nice or we’ll have to hide this rubber tube increase crank; AND/OR perform a sphincter muscle management check. BOTH WITHOUT LUBRICATION!”
Prudently, I actually acquiesced to these kind and caring medical professionals.
Most divers “free-balled” them.
We didn’t wear anything under our dive shorts. It ended up being much more comfortable and practical. At very least that’s what we’d rationalized as we pissed and crapped in our shorts during long dives, or scratched sand from the balls while on the beach.
Of course, we were more encouraged during cold water delves that required a wet or dry suit become worn over our diving shorts.
Fantasizing about the Filipina Corpsman, I used to be pitching a rather obvious tent under the bed sheets.
The Corpsman blushed when she took my very important signs.
She went about the girl business as professionally as you possibly can (temperature, pulse, and high blood pressure checks, I.V. trickle check, neurological/circulation checks, level of mind checks, etc.) while however managing to steal looks, and sometimes longer looks, at my erection.
Probably projecting the wishes upon her, I was able to swear she looked starving.
- Too much of a “Good Thing” *
She asked me if I has been experiencing “priapism,” a medical condition characterized by an uncontrollable erection and may be caused by trauma to your spinal cord, various drugs, nerve disorders, and vascular illnesses.
