Sunday, March 23, 2008

Aces High


“If she had nothing more than her voice she could break your heart with it. But she has that beautiful body and the timeless loveliness of her face. It makes no difference how she breaks your heart if she is there to mend it.”

Ernest Hemingway

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Times were once much simpler. He could still vividly recall days gone by, where the only cunning adversary was the elusive bear. It hadn't been a scant few years prior, but it now seemed like a distant dream. Would he ever be able to return to his carefree life of drunken and poorly executed hunting forays into his beloved Bavarian Alps?



Not long before, it was obvious who was the hunter and who was the hunted. Now those roles were no longer clearly defined nor firmly in place.

How did this happen? When did youthful innocence surrender to sinister ambiguity? Was it the night he met her?




And what of this war which seemed to defy all rational thought? Was it mere coincidence that both events rapidly descended on him almost simultaneously? It was madness.




Perhaps the conflict and his femme fatale were inextricably joined either at the hip, or at least in the near vicinity. One certainly fueled the need for the other, and vice versa. The two dovetailed seamlessly together. Usually on Friday nights.

He knew for instance that the synchronized gear in his machine gun allowed him to precisely aim at his chosen target between the blades of the propeller; and this concept served him equally well when the two lovers were alone in her boudware.

He also realized that the element of surprise and in safely drawing a bead from above likewise served to his advantage; as did quietly slipping back across enemy lines after the engagement.




Was it sheer destiny that she should be there that night at the end of the bar? Normally, respectable women avoided the place altogether. And was it in the cards for him to be wearing his "My plane may be "bi", but I'm a straight-shooter" t-shirt, which prompted the opening staccato burst of conversation?




Whatever the case, the game was on. And over the next few tumultuous years, there would be rapid advances and retreats, measures and counter-measures, with the eventual outcome always in doubt and yet also predetermined.



Why must it be this way, that this glorious and exciting new discovery of flight could not be repeatedly ravished and savored in its purest form, free from earthen shackles of indebtedness and duty? Is it not possible to take delight in the plumage of the bird and the freedom of choice it its flight, without succumbing to the urge to capture and place it in a gilded cage?




Inevitably there is always a cost to be extracted for any endeavor, and the aviator has paid dearly for this one. What had been a means to an end, now has become an end in itself. And though he is one of the fortunate few who have beaten the odds and emerged unscathed in the physical sense, he is but a shell of the hunter that he once was.

What little solace that remains, comes in the form of guns now silent, though the posturing and pontificating go on.




He is now much older and wiser. But alas, there is indeed a cliche-ridden sadness to his wisdom. He wants to believe that this truly was the "war to end all wars". And yet he has no way of knowing what looms ahead on the horizon.




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"A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman."

Marlene Dietrich

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"I'm a simple soul. If there's a bed AND a woman in the same room, that's good enough for me."

Pug Puerileuwaite

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47 comments:

puerileuwaite said...

It's good to be back, everyone. Thanks for not forgetting about me. I hope you enjoy the new post. Over the next week, I will continue making the rounds to your doghouses.

limpy99 said...

For some reason I see the sequel to this post involving someone cutting a deal with Russia and then invading Poland.

/t. said...

it was
the best of posts

it was
the worst of posts

but on the upside, i feel a strong urge to listen to snoopy versus the red baron

ha haha ha ha ha hah aha ha aha hah ah ah aha ha ha haha ha ha ahah aha ha hah aha ha ah aha aha haha ha hah aha ha ha ah ha ahah aha ha ha!

/t.

Anonymous said...

did you meet somebody?

Enemy of the Republic said...

Okay, okay, I blogged. But only because I want to be a femme fatal--ask Black Bart.

Enemy of the Republic said...

LOL to I/t.

Little Lamb said...

I laughed, I cried, I wanted more.

Now get back into your box that I keep hidden away. I'm kidding, of course.

Sassy Blondie said...

Ah Pugsley...I was left wanting more...and not in a good way! ;)

leelee said...

I've always known.. what a gift you have for prose..

HUGS!

NYD said...

Hope the parachute was working ok and the landing occured in dew moistened lillies.

{Bows to /t.} Great comment. Let's hope there ain't a forty first pilot on the countryside.

Corn Dog said...

I think the Pug's in L-O-V-E, but don't tell the Pug he might think someone is invading Poland.

puerileuwaite said...

Limpy - Wow! I hadn't planned on a sequel, but it's now apparent that I need to, as it seems to be writing itself.

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/t. - Thank you for graciously leading off with the "best of posts" line. Most people tend to leave that part out.

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Anonymous - Yes, and it could be anybody ;-)

(Okay, that was just a joke ... get it?)

However, to answer your question: good guess, but the post is pure fiction, and has nothing to do with any recent developments ... or why I haven't been posting much.

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Enemy - Yes, I most definitely place you into that category. And in the most admiring way.

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Lamby - You probably wouldn't even need the box. At least not that one.

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Sassy - Why must you always hurt the one you love?

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Leelee - Thanks. I have my moments. So what if it's once or twice a year?

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NYD - ESPECIALLY if it's actually "dew" that moistened them, rather than a less desirable substance. Because that WOULD be sweet indeed.

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Corn Dog - I think Anonymous was hinting at the same thing (but I can't be certain ... as you know how dense we macho types can be).

This post was simply a fictional attempt to meld together both love and war into one convenient, WWI-endowed package; along with a long-overdue homage to Marlene Dietrich, who was ONE saucy babe.

I simply try my best to inject some romance into the occasional post for the ladies.

Little Lamb said...

Puggy, I have a box already for you so I can box you in and have you all to myself.

Oh all right, you can get out of the box to blog and go to work. But that's all. I even have a "special" leash to take you out on walks.

Sassy Blondie said...

Pugsley dear, perhaps I'm bitter because you've been gone too long...

Pink said...

I'm just naturally bitter ;)

I've been missing our sweet pugsy. I've even been stalking other dogs with my camera to get my cute pup fix.

Please end the insanity and get back to where you once belonged.

Thanks for the tribute...I didn't know you knew I looked just like MD.
xx
pinks

Scary Monster said...

You be having boys in love, goils who be loved and planes on fire crashing into the ground. Move over Casablanca. Pug is giving us the love story of a lifetime and Marlene is here to help him. YOW!!!

Scary Monster said...

Oh, Yeah

STOMP!

Serena Joy said...

Do my eyes deceive me?! Is this a -- NEW POST?! Finally. Somebody pinch me. I'm not sure how you'll handle the sequel, but I think that what this all boils down to is fairly simple: cherchez la femme!

cathy said...

"Yrue love lasts forever... but not with the same person."

Corn Dog said...

Oh. Only in love with Marlene Deitrich. Isn't everyone? Get in the back of the line, behind me, Pug.

GirlGoyle said...

Pug....your simplicity is refreshing!

GirlGoyle said...

Pug....your simplicity is refreshing! Why work hard at chasing a Mata Hari when you don't have to do much to get a Hari Marta. LOL

puerileuwaite said...

Lamby - Your offer sounds extremely tempting, but I can't help but worry that there might be a downside.

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Sassy - This is unusual territory that you describe. Normally my departure tends to alleviate hostilities. Maybe this is a new chapter for yours truly. I'll need time to adapt. Oh, and some lovin' too.

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Pinks - You DO? Heck, why didn't you say so sooner? I'll be right over to divide and conquer, while you whisper sweet nothings to me in German.

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Scary - Leave it to the illustrious Green One to "get" the spirit of the post. But just remember that as blogs go by, we'll also have "A Night in Paris" that we can watch (not together, of course, unless a couple of the ladies want to join us).

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Serena - Please. Not just anybody is qualified. That's why you need to leave the pinching to the professionals. In fact, that's where I was: studying in Rome with Grand Master Grippa Buttafuco.

(p.s. - Churchill was NOT gay)

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Cathy - That is exactly why I am offering Pug "Time Shares" to the first 26 female callers. Better hurry though, as the choice slots are filling up fast!

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Pink said...

Ich liebe dich meine wunder hundt. Aber, konnen sie mir bitte schtupen?

Ya, ya, schneller!schnelllllllller!

xx
Zie Pinken

/t. said...

barb
michelen
is a babe!

pinks, too!

/t.

NYD said...

OK Pug. It took me a while to figure out the lead for the Churchil punchline. Good un there.

/t. I agree Barb Michelen is the hottest of babes. I Could play keyboard knicker snacking with her all day.

puerileuwaite said...

Okay, I'm back. Damn you life, for interfering once again with my blogging!

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Corn Dog - Wow! Color me impressed! I had NO idea that you also occasionally, ahem, "batted lefty".

Not that there's anything wrong with it, of course.

Well, Marlene WAS German, so I suppose she probably didn't limit her field of play to men only!

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Girlgoyle - Why thank you? After all, WHY complicate life? That's what women are for (among "other" reasons ;-)

I loved your Mata Hari line! Nothing wrong with a woman having a little (or a lot of) barbed wire on the "perimeter of the compound", if you catch my drift. And I think you just might.

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Barb - One of the many, many things I share in common with the immortal Gloria Gaynor (except for the gayness, depending on who you ask) is my love of disco, and the fact that - yes - I too "never can say goodbye".

Your visit this time was woefully short, but I want you to know that every time you go away, you take a piece of me with you. This time I suspect it was my clock radio.

I can only hope that this time there actually may be TWO passengers in Coach seat 29-B, flying for the discounted price of one; as in the case of our two hearts doing the same.

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Pinks - Well in THAT case, Ich bin ein Berliner!

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/t. - You're telling me! I feel as if I'm torn between two lovers. And both are constantly "movin' on from town to town".

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NYD - Well, now that I think about it, he WAS fond of cigars. So how can I be sure? Especially in a world that's constantly changing.

But just remember that Yours Truly is Barb's "Michelin Man", er, "Michelin Pug". I don't want her to get in the way of our amigo-ship, though, and have this de-evolve into Michael Jackson - Paul McCartney "The Girl Is Mine" viciousness.

Little Lamb said...
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Little Lamb said...

I came clean about our relationship. I posted about one of your choices about not blogging.

puerileuwaite said...

Okay Lamby, I'm on my way over! (I hope the post is clean as well)

Little Lamb said...

Clean enough for you?

The Phosgene Kid said...

Good thing someone invented parachutes.

Pink said...

you're in trouble now for what you said about Canada.

/t is mad at you, and so is pinks...and so is Canada. Better not try to cross the 49th parallel - even in a parachute.

>:-{

harumph! And to think I was going to let you into my lederhosen! Schwine Hundt! ;)

xx
pinks

puerileuwaite said...

Lamby - Yes, not only did I enjoy it, but it also met my standards for cleanliness. Well done Lambycakes.

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Phosgene- And not a moment too soon (except for that guy, of course).

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Pinks- I thought Canadians for forgiving, and had a great sense of humor. Please don't hose me out of a sortee into your lederhosen!

/t. said...

oh,
i'm not
mad at pug

i just want to kick him for being so damn cute all the time

/t.

Corn Dog said...

I don't bat left. Marlene Dietrich was a man.

limpy99 said...

And WHAT a man she was!

cathy said...

That typo is bugging the hell out of me and I can't delete it now because you've replied to the comment.

It's getting so I can't do ANYTHING without my glasses on!

Pink said...

ok if /t isn't mad at you...then I won't be either....and you ARE rather cute...ok...lederhosen is on...but only till you can chew them off ;)

xx
pinks

Willo Keays said...

Hello Pueri :) Good read ...

Party Girl said...

All good quotes.

The old black and whites are so much hotter than the modern. I like the classic.

You're a classic, Pug. Head-up, tail waggin' good things will happen.

leelee said...

HUGS!!

puerileuwaite said...

/t. - To borrow from an infamous commercial (which I had to pull out of at the last minute, so they gave it to some other model): Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

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Corn Dog - Well if she was a man, then I need to bat lefty!

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Limpy - You could even say she was the girl with a little something extra.

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Cathy - Un momento. I just thought of something we both can do without your glasses on. If fact, you may thank me for talking you out of wearing them.

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Pinks - You could say that I'm a "leader" in that particular specialty!

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Willo - Hello! And welcome back, my Scottish lass. Thank you ~ I am glad you enjoyed it.

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Party Girl - There IS something to the classic B&W fare. Great minds think alike, m'lady.Thanks for the kind words. The feeling is definitely mutual!

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BTW ~~~ I *should* be able to submit a new post for you viewing (dis)pleasure sometime today! So consider yourselves adequately warned.

puerileuwaite said...

Leelee - You snuck in there on me. Hugs and gropes in return!

Crashtest Comic said...

Oh it's a mystery to me.
We have a greed, with which we have agreed...
and you think you have to want more than you need...
until you have it all, you won't be free.

Society, you're a crazy breed.
I hope you're not lonely, without me.

When you want more than you have, you think you need...
and when you think more then you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
I think I need to find a bigger place...
cause when you have more than you think, you need more space.

Society, you're a crazy breed.
I hope you're not lonely, without me.
Society, crazy indeed...
I hope you're not lonely, without me.

There's those thinkin' more or less, less is more,
but if less is more, how you keepin' score?
It means for every point you make, your level drops.
Kinda like you're startin' from the top...
and you can't do that.

Society, you're a crazy breed.
I hope you're not lonely, without me.
Society, crazy indeed...
I hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, have mercy on me.
I hope you're not angry, if I disagree.
Society, crazy indeed.
I hope you're not lonely...
without me.

puerileuwaite said...

Crash - You're alive!!! Welcome back, buddy!

You make an excellent, if deranged, point: Society people SHOULDN'T breed.

You know who SHOULD breed? Besides me? "The Breeders", because those 2-sisters were cute, and they weren't mainstream, either.