Day LVI

A three day pass

     “We need to get a three day pass. So y’all need ta ask ya superviser at the comm room. He’ll give ya paper work tada foist shoit.”

     Juan and I looked at each other, then he asked: “Is that all?”

     “Any of y’all bin in any trouble? If ya has, da shoit may not wanna gives ya da pass.”

     “Nah, man!” I said.

     “Me neida!” Juan added.

     “So when do we do this?” I asked.

     “As soon as zap, man!” Juan laughed.

     Zap was short for ASAP, or as soon as possible. So, we checked the calendar, and made sure we had the same days off. I worked in the comm room. Garza was a radio man, and Angel was an ATC guy, that’s those guys who work up in the air traffic control tower. We each put in for a pass for those days, a week later we were off to El Paso, Mexico. We didn’t tell anybody else, because we didn’t want too many people trying to get in on it.

     The night before our trip, we borrowed a tin trash can from the mess hall, and put it in the back seat. Early in the morning, before the brass showed up, we each went to the mess hall, got as many bags of ice as we could carry, and filled up the can. Once off base Angel got a case of Lone  Star beer, we laid it in the can, and took off.

     When we got on the highway, Angel put the top down, and with a wide grin on his mug, looked at Juan who was sitting in the back seat, and said:

      “Juan please pass meee a soivayza, amigo!”

      “Damn, so I’m da bah tendah na, uh!” he laughed as he handed him a beer.