Marine Corps Basic Training
I started outpatient physical therapy yesterday. I have two therapists. One leads me in various exercises for about 30 minutes to work on flexibility and get my legs warmed up. The second bends my leg as far as he can and a little farther to get more range of motion. I need to restore range of motion to resume activities like bicycling.
The guy who does the warmup exercises is a former Marine who served in the Marine Reserve from 2012 until three knee surgeries ended his Marine career after two years.
The first thing I did in my therapy session was walk as straight and tall as I could with a cane, the length of the workout area and back. Then I did side stepping and other exercises that led Luke and I to talk about marching songs.
Then we talked about Jody and I got jealous of being a Marine. Luke said that all through his 18-week Basic Training in 2012 they sang marching songs about Jody.
I told him I went to my last active duty school in 2013 at Fort Meade. I was not allowed to sing Jody songs when I marched the company or any songs that were sexist or talked about killing an enemy.
Jody is the guy back home who is sleeping with your wife/girlfriend, emptying your bank account, driving your car, and in every way taking over the life you left behind. Back in 1972 when I was in Basic Training, Jody was a draft dodger. He had a rich dad and an infected hangnail that meant he did not have to go to 'Nam and we did.
So Luke and I were laughing and quoting Jody verses as I exercised:
"Ain't no use in goin' home, Jody's got your girl and gone.
Ain't no use in feelin' blue, Jody's got your sister too."
"Ain't no use in lookin' back, Jody's got your Cadillac."
Then we talked about songs that were unique to our branch and sang bits of those:
"They say that in the Army the coffee's mighty fine, it tastes like muddy water and smells like turpentine,
Gee Mom I wanna go, but they won't let me go....."
After that Fort Meade school I wrote a post on the New York Times "At War" blog bitching about the marching songs in the 21st Century Army.
After a half hour of us laughing about marching songs as I exercised, Luke turned me over to Mike. His job is get me increased range of motion by pushing my leg as far as it will go, then a little more. I was quiet for a lot of that session. It hurts. Mike told that previous patients of his who he helped with recovery gave him a t-shirt emblazoned with "Mikey de Sade." I could see that.
I will be seeing Luke and Mike three times a week for the next month in the long process of recovery. And once in a while singing about Jody or
"A yellow bird, with a yellow bill,
Just landed on, my window sill,
I lured him in with crumbs of bread, and then I crushed his.....
The end of the verse in the Marines and the 1970s Army is .....f@#king head.
At Fort Meade in 2013, it was .......little head.
Luke and I laughed about that too.
