for u.s. president
With eyes closed he grew numb under the cold shower in the TAMC barracks, and pretended he was standing under an icy waterfall in the mountains. The hot water was not working this Saturday morning ~ again.
With a towel tied around his waist he was stepping across the hallway to his cave-like room when Pvt. 1 Tom Weasel stopped him and said, “Wanna smoke a joint, Duty?”
“No no no no,” replied PFC Donald Duty, invigorated from the cold shower. “I don’t smoke it no mo’.”
“Well, how you gonna be mellow if you don’t smoke it no mo’?” said Weasel.
“I chant,” said Duty ~ and he locked himself up in his room. He put on some clothes, opened the curtain, twirled open the window, sat down in front of a most beautiful sky and let the trade winds kiss his cheek. Sure enough, he began to chant:
“Ku ana ‘o Laka i ka mauna,
Noho ana ‘o Laka i ke po ‘o oka ‘ohu.
‘O Laka kumu hula,
Nana i ‘a ‘eka waokele…”
Outside, a misty cloud white and purple upon the hilltop, gently tumbled forward. The cloud transformed into a pretty face with depthless eyes and a supple body with graceful moves. It was obvious ~ Laka, the hula goddess, had arrived ~ and was dancing in the sky!
From the colorful lei hanging from her neck and tossing to and fro, there fell a flower. It landed on the window pane in front of Duty. “Mahalo, my beloved,” said Duty.
He reached for the flower. As soon as he touched it, the flower turned into a diving mask and snorkel. Duty whispered to the suddenly clear blue sky, “Ah, I know what I’m going to do today!”
With swimming trunks rolled up in a towel and Laka’s gift in his hand, Duty darted out of the barracks. Sp4 Joe Honor and Sp4 John Country were about to drive away in Country’s automobile. Duty flagged them down.
“What’s up?” said Duty.
“We’re going snorkeling!” replied Honor and Country in baritoned chorus.
“Oh, can I go? Oh, please, guys, please!”
“Hop in,” smirked Country.
In a cove about a half mile on the other side of Waimea Falls, located on the North Shore, the three off-duty TAMC soldiers floated around above another world ~ Fish World ~ and occasionally dove deeply into it ~ all day long. The surface of the sea was smooth as glass and you could see forever ~ even underwater. The many colored fishes were sassy as could be.
Later back at the barracks, played out and cleansed of worry, Duty stepped around two MPs and a drug detection dog ~ German Shepherd type ~ in the hallway. The dog was howling in front of Weasel’s barracks-room door.