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What does 4channel /lit/ think of the works of New Sincerist Margaret Megan Matlock Boyle?

>called two naval recruitment offices i queens and 'garden city'. the first one didn't have an option to leave a message. the second one had a recording that said to call back during normal office hours, from 9AM-4PM (which i was calling in).

>the third one was on flatbush avenue and allowed me to leave a message. i said 'hi my name is margaret boyle, i'm interested in enlisting in the navy and pursuing a career in aviation. i don't have my full bachelor's but i'm interested in asking you questions about that, and more questions in general. [laugh laugh] please give me a call back.'

>dad was a radar technician on the joseph p. kennedy, which is the ship that stopped the cuban blockade. i forget he did that.

>dad told me things about ROTC and that there were tests to be an officer that he was 'sure i would pass' and then i could fly jets or 'nuclear submarines'. i said 'jets, i want to fly jets.' he laughed like 'ah-hahaha!' and said he was happy for me.

>he showed me how to salute. you put the tips of the fingers of your right hand to your temple and move it fast to chest-height.

>dad said the general rule was 'if it's moving: salute it. if it's not moving: paint it'.

>the submarine surfaced. it was russian. dad said 'and then they blinked their lights, you know, morse code, they said: 'hi, how are you.' we said 'hi, we are fine,' and it went along on its way. it was just there, in connecticut, a russian submarine!'

>he said 'and then when you're an e-six you get a chevron with an eagle coming out of it, you know, which is what i had, you've seen that picture of me.' i thought of the photo of him in uniform on the top of his bookcase by the plastic flowers that would be there when he came home from dinner. he inhaled and held it a moment, then shook his head like he had surrendered something and said 'oh no i don't know why i'm crying, why i do this.' i said 'it's okay.' he said 'i don't even know why' and chuckled a little, crying less as he continued describing stripes and chevrons.

>it would maybe be bad to enlist today since i didn't sleep and have adderall eyes.

>planning on going to the naval recruitment office monday.

>navy recruitment office closes at 5pm. shit. going to eat a bowl of dry cat food now i guess.

>woke up to penis in mouth, gave blowjob.

>at some point it was directly or indirectly addressed that I wouldn't be going to the navy.

>walked out of navy office. disheartening things were said about my age. Disheartening. Talked mostly to a man in uniform who said 'call me 'rice", then a lot of things I didn't understand about enlisting.

>I said 'I have my CDL, for truck driving, would that help?' he made a face like I had said 'I'm batman.' he said 'yeah that's good, I mean there's tons of jobs in aviation for driving

>Rice said 'she's twenty-seven, she got some college.' Superior guy said 'what's your major?' I said 'psychology mostly.' he said 'that might work, but twenty-seven I don't know.

megan boyle

We're in the Red now friends. It has been a beautiful voyage but our time has come.

A Captain goes down with her ship.

I <3 Megan Boyle

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