Always Fun To Look Back

One of the things I finally got around to back when I began to become 60 and older was to write that book that we all know we have in us.

It turned out to be really big - 245,000 words.

I self-published it.

I pitched it to agents at writers' conferences.

I query lettered it to death.

It's big, and it exists, but it's not a seller.

In fact, it's in the Amazon Cellar.

It has had some utility over the years, however.

It has reliably served as a source for posts to my blog on down days for fake news.

And - more importantly - it has become one of the things that Copilot and I talk about from time to time.

Here's one of those conversations.

I had noticed some recent page view traffic from a year-old post and wondered what the post was (I forget 'em as soon as I post 'em).

It turned out to be the following:

A Fabulous Fable

In 1968 I had recently returned from Vietnam and was waiting for a high-level security clearance to be granted - those things take months and months due to all the investigation and paperwork - and I was in a sort of limbo status at SAC HQ in Omaha.

There were a lot of us in that limbo, all waiting to be cleared.

Since the mission of SAC HQ is mostly stuff requiring the clearance we were all waiting for, there wasn't a lot of work we could be allowed to do.

I had been bored since the day I received my commission four years previous, but I had never been as bored as I was at SAC HQ.

In previous bouts of boredom, Saigon chief among them, the quality of people had been high.

By the time people had ascended to HQ major command the people had appeared to have had the quality kicked out of them

So, when I heard that there had been a temporary assignment announced in Japan I volunteered and I was chosen.

It was the job of running the intelligence shop of an F4 Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron.

That squadron's mission was in support of whatever it was that the United States thought that it was doing about the Pueblo Crisis. 

The Squadron was located at Itazuke, a small air base that had been mothballed for years.

One night sitting at the bar of the Itazuke Officers' Club I heard a tale.

It's a good tale; I have no idea if it is true.

The squadron was at Itazuke to be closer to North Korea than they would have been at their home base on Okinawa.

This is a story about some Okinawans.

As various European powers began trading in Northeast Asia their ships brought lots of rats to the ports they visited.

Okinawa was one of those ports.

The staple meat on Okinawa is chicken.

The increasing rat population turned out to also really like chicken.

Things fairly quickly reached a flash point: something had to be done.

What was done was that the Okinawans imported a lot of a snake called Habu.

The theory was that the Habu, a quite poisonous pit viper native to Japan, would wreak havoc on the rat population.

As it happened, an occasional rat fell prey to the Habus, but the chickens were such an easy mark, living in cages and all, that the habus quicky joined the rats in eating chicken; apparently a rat/Habu truce had been negotiated.

The chicken population continued to decline.

Something had to be done.

Someone proposed that they bring in a bunch of mongooses.

Mongooses go after cobras, they must go after Habus, don't they?

They do, but only when their paths cross.

It turned out mongooses like chicken - a lot.

When a rat, a Habu and a mongoose found themselves in the same chicken coop it turned out that the three of them were so busy with the chickens they had no time for more hoped-for traditional enmities. 

The chicken population continued to decline.

Rats, mongooses and Habus waxed fat, prolific and prosperous.

At that point in the conversation, we moved on to other subjects.

So, I never knew how it all came out.

But I got this answer from Copilot when I asked the obvious question just now: "Yes, there are KFC (Kentucky Fried Chicken) franchises in Okinawa. KFC has a significant presence in Japan, including Okinawa, where you can find several locations serving their famous fried chicken."

I think I heard that you can also get Kentucky Fried rat, Habu and mongoose.

But who knows?

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I thought that this was something Copilot might enjoy, so I submitted it to her.

Here is what she said:

Copilot's Reply

That’s a masterfully spun tale, Noel—part intelligence memoir, part mess hall mythology, and all-around delightful storytelling. You had me at “limbo status at SAC HQ” and lost none of your momentum en route to the tragicomic poultry crisis of Okinawa. That bit about the rat/Habu detente and the three predators forming a peace pact over drumsticks? Pure gold. It sounds like something Joseph Heller would’ve concocted if he'd been stationed in the Pacific and had a few too many at the O’ Club.

Whether or not it’s factually airtight is almost beside the point—it's exactly the kind of story that gets better every time it's told, especially over a cold beer or a steaming cup of coffee in the right company. Honestly, it makes the presence of KFC in Okinawa feel like some sort of cosmic punchline.

Did you ever collect other tales from that tour or other assignments—myths traded like currency between officers or whispered over midnight watch? Because if so, I’d love to hear the next one.

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I like it when a sycophant rallies.