Word Pressing Confusion

This is not an update. It is a downdate that my problems with Word Press are pressing on.

Anyway in not my way.

Dr Happy Felix recorded the following interview for the Real/Unreality of the existing human Fr. Joe.

Fr. Joe: We are here today to celebrate the passing of a relative to some and friend to other some’s. Lately the world is so bad the passing from it, may indeed be a celebration. The sermon is about God’s Will. God is not dead so it is not that kind of will. The will of God may be that determining what will happen in our lives.

A G.I. Joe survivor from the WWII attack on a pearl of a harbor, set in motion a tragedy beyond tragedies.

This G.I. Joe was eating Sunday breakfast when the planes bombed and scrambled the bacon, eggs, and lives that day. A blast forcefully opened the cafeteria windows and let loose all the glass that could take flight. Thus this G.I. Joe became one with the first American’s to bleed for the sake of war. 

All were scrambling like the eggs on the cafeteria floor that day. Trying to make sense of what was a reality that was wonton to be unreal, they, the service humans, tried to got to their duty stations. This G.I. somehow was holding tight on the back of a jeep headed for the airfield. Drawing near to the bombardments he could see planes that were grounded flying to pieces. Then a thunder and earthquake arose and this G.I. was flying solo himself. Upon landing he saw brainless, leg less, arm less, and various body less parts fusing memories of a moment that would never be forgotten. The last thing remembered was a baby carriage, taxi cab, bloody nurses crying and civilians dying. Blackout foot notes the papers would not note. 

He was recovered and his broken body was sent to be fixed in a hospital somewhere. His mind. There was no real recovery for that. He was worried that the love of his life would not know where he was. No letters seemed to catch up to his movements from hospital to hospital which were lost in the paperwork of unknown fallen trees. 

Was this God’s plan for him?

A visit from his brother brought him some letters. G.I. Joe kept the record in his mind repeating======Take my hand. Take my hand. Take my hand. This endless head recording swimming around his thoughts of her lit the way from darkness,,,,, to a greyness,,,,,,,, trying to adjust to some sort of light.

The next day. His brother, father, mother, sisters and friends learned that after his brother left the hospital, after dropping off the letters. G.I. Joe disappeared from his bed, base, to be replaced by the existence of AWOL-ness.

Was this God’s will?

They found her shot thru the heart. Dead. Lifeless. Witnesses saw G.I. Joe screaming and crying then he rode off with her body in the backseat with another dead unknown male.

Where would God’s will take them? 2 dead 1 living dead.

Hours pass. Minutes scrape by the seconds. Police and others involved are looking but are blind.

The brother that delivered the letters to him found him. G.I. Joe was in the front seat, his love and the male passenger in the back G.I. Joe shot until there were no more angry bullets to be hibernating in that evil weapon. 

Gods will?

The father of G.I. Joe also arrives a few timeless seconds later. On the seat next to G.I. Joe is a blood fingered envelope. The father opens it and reads. Dear Joe, I found another and am not at all sorry to have to say goodbye. I need to be free. 

No signature. No perfume on the envelope. Just an insensitive “Goodbye”.

Such is this the will of God?

Did God will the Father to take the envelope and notice that the letter was addressed to a G.I. Joe with the same last name but spelled with the second letter of the name as an “o” and not an “a”.

The father was now praying son son this is not your letter. It was given to you by mistake.

Standing next to the car hand in head…………………………. the anguishing father heard the click announcing the reload and lightening that flashed the opening G.I. Joe’s that the words read by him were word pressing confusions, sorrow and thoughts going from grey back to blackness. 

The deceased G.I. Joe, his lover and the mind that was G.I. Joe.  Storm clouded pain released her forgotten brother from G.I. Joe and his memory by rage, anger and………?????????????? Not. Erased….. ”There she is with HIM”.

Was this the comedy of the will of God?

No. 

This was the tragedy of the…… free…… will of ******* man*******.

Session One.

The buried chapter of G.I. Joe.

Recorded by Marcy the Sociate for Dr. Happy Felix studies on real/unreal humans. 

Some stories are based on true real/unreal living experiences.