Cancer Stick is a nickname we gave a SSGT in the Air Force. He always had a cigarette in his left hand and a Coke in his right. He was about 5’ 10” and maybe 130 pounds. He reminded me of those photos’ I had seen of WWII prisoner of war with their sunken chest and bulging eyes. He was not very intimidating for a Security Policeman and he had longed to be a bricklayer of all trades. Maybe that trade would beef him up. He in fact did cross train into one of those fields. I never heard how he made out.
Cancer Stick was not an attractive fellow and his wife, whom was equally unattractive, was a perfect match for him. (I hope the never produced kids-yikes) She too was sickly thin and it seems that they were both beat repeatedly and severally with an ugly stick.
My friend Fred Black and I use to get him to talk about his sex life. One time we were driving to another post with the three of us up front on the truck bench seat. I can still see the area of the base where we were driving as if it just happened two days before the day after tomorrow. We kept jeering him on and it didn’t take much to get him talking. What he was not aware of was the fact that I was holding the talk button down on my radio so that the whole flight could hear our conversation.
“Ya, I turned over and satisfied my wife last night.” He would boast. We would laugh and ask him what else he did. With his chest puffed out, he would brag about his sexual adventures with his wife. I’m happy he had a good sex life but the mental image I was getting in my head of them two doing the nasty was nauseating.
Sadly, the drive was short and we had to depart ways but we sure had a great laugh over it. I don’t think he ever knew that we did that-and more than once.
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