The Star of David...

...I've got one... I take it with me everywhere... I'm not Jewish, but I've got a lot of friends who are, and I read a lot of blogs by Jews... what brought this up?.... I just saw my back in the mirror, and there it was.. on my left shoulder..

...I met a girl in Pensacola once... a Jewish girl from Long Island.. she was doing her bit for Uncle Sam just as I was... her Army, and my Corps.. we hit it off... she was a beautiful, tough, streetwise and aggressive girl.. and, I was a skinny 17 year old country boy, fresh from the tobacco fields... a match made in heaven, no doubt.. so, we dated for a while, and romance bloomed...and then, when I received my orders for the Pacific, we parted ways... I was heartbroken...a bit more crushed than she, you might say...

..but, I must have made an impression of sorts during our 2 months together...because, after 4 months of sitting alone on a rock in the Bering Sea, she wrote to me... thus began my first "Long Distance Relationship"... we'd call... we'd write... but, in the end... it didn't work out... it was entirely my fault.. the idea of caring for someone.. and being so far away that you couldn't do anything about it contained too much agony... so, in the end, I decided having nothing was better than pining... so, I broke it off... but, that's not what I wanted to talk about... so, back to the Star of David... day I received a package in the mail.. from my girl... but, this time, it was a box instead of a letter... when I opened it, I was surprised to find that my girl had mailed me a gold necklace and pendant... the pendant was in the shape of the Star of David.. and a Christian Cross was in the center of the Star... I loved it.. I never wore jewelry of any kind… and our regs said that you couldn’t wear anything unless it was religious in nature.. so, this was perfect.. I wore it every day for almost two years…

…a great Friend at the time was deeply into the religion of an American Indian tribe… I don’t remember which one, but he was hooked… he had a little leather bag of trinkets that he kept with him… it had a little sage… some tobacco… some pebbles… and various other strange artifacts… I thought it was crazy… but, he enjoyed it…

…so one night we were drinking at the club, and he mentioned that he wanted something of mine when I got transferred.. something to remember me by… something that he could keep in that little leather bag… not knowing much about his religion, I thought it was a pretty cool idea… but, when I asked him what he wanted, he pointed to the pendant.. he said that the pendant spoke most to him about how he would remember me.. I was floored… for one, I didn’t want to give it away… after all, it was a gift from my girl… I used it to help ME remember HER… not to mention the fact that if I gave it away, she’d probably kick my ass…

…however, after a few more drinks, as always happens, we began talking about this swap with more and more seriousness… I suggested we fly to Anchorage and get a tattoo of it… but, we didn’t have time for that… I suggested cutting it in two… but, he didn’t like that idea… and then, we came up with THE IDEA… to this day, he still claims it was my idea… which is totally insane.. I KNOW it was his idea… I think… anyway, we decided that since the pendant was made of gold… and it transferred heat very well.. we would hold it over a candle… get it really hot… and then stick it to my shoulder blade… that way, I’d have a nice scar.. in the shape of the Star of David.. with a cross in the middle… and he could have the original in his leather bag of trinkets… heh.. sounds like a plan.. we’d both have our copy with us forever… drunks think up some weird shit sometimes…

..well… that’s exactly what we did… I took off my shirt, and lay down on the floor… that way, I wouldn’t be able to jump away when I got branded.. after all, we didn’t know how long he was going to have to hold the red hot pendant against my shoulder to get some good scar action going on…we figured at least ten seconds for maximum effect.. he held the pendant over a candle with a pair of needle-nose pliers… and then, he did the deed… it didn’t hurt that much… the only problem was… in the process of holding the pendant, he also heated the pliers…. So, when he touched the pendant to my back, the pliers burnt me as well…the effect?… well, the pliers gave the Star a tail of sorts… heh… so, I now have a Shooting Star of David… with a Christian Cross in the center… on my left shoulder… it is indeed a most interesting scar..

…we all have scars of one sort or another.. emotional or physical… our scars made us who we are… I love my scar.. the girl behind it is long gone, of course… but, she is still part of what made me who I am… scars aren’t ugly… scars aren’t something to be afraid of…scars are signposts of where we’ve been… what we’ve done… scars, whatever their source, are there for a reason… I saw my scar again this morning… sometimes I forget it is there… I don’t have very many, but the ones I DO have are worth remembering…

by Eric on March 21, 2004 | Comments(15) | SWG Stories
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Comments so far:

Heh, psycho.


posted by: GORDON on March 21, 2004 10:21 AM

You do know that we must see it now.

Picture, please! ;)

posted by: pam on March 21, 2004 10:25 AM

That is a fabulous story and I'm with Pam - - we gotta see it!

posted by: Uptown Girl on March 21, 2004 11:37 AM

..damn, Ladies... control thyselves... ;)

..thanks, Gordon.. I have my moments..

posted by: Eric on March 21, 2004 12:10 PM

When I was in college I got a huge brand of my Fraternity letters on my thigh. We actually had a branding iron made, and heated it up in the woodstove. Needless to say, only a few of us got it done. The smell of burnt flesh and the sound of the screams was just too much for those at the end of the line. I think only like 5 of us have it.

posted by: Geoffrey on March 21, 2004 03:03 PM

Geoffrey:... I agree about the smell of burnt flesh... 10 seconds is an eternity when put to the brand.... but, I can assure you that there was no yelling..

...dammit, man... every time I come up with a weird story, you end up going one better..

posted by: Eric on March 21, 2004 03:34 PM

Dude, it wasn't my intention. I'm sorry. Gordon has one too. Hold on, let me see if I can take a picture of mine. I may have to shave the thigh so it stands out, though.

posted by: Geoffrey on March 21, 2004 03:39 PM

Ok, this is a horrible picture, but I can't take a picture of my own thigh very well.

Left Thigh

posted by: Geoffrey on March 21, 2004 04:00 PM

Damn! Just when I thought I was getting over my crush on you!

posted by: drc on March 21, 2004 04:56 PM

Sweet Jesus... I've got Geoffrey shaving his legs on my blog... lawd, hep us.... alright, dammit... Pam and Uptown Girl... if Geoffrey can do it, so can I... you'll have a pic of the scar tomorrow.. the digital camera is at work, so it will have to be in the morning....

posted by: Eric on March 21, 2004 05:00 PM

My gosh, Geoffrey! That had to hurt like a bitch!

K, Eric. Pony up, guy. ;)

posted by: pam on March 21, 2004 07:06 PM

Heh, sorry to put you on the spot like that E-man.

posted by: Geoffrey on March 21, 2004 08:00 PM

..this is going to be bad... anyway, the pic shall be posted before the end of the day tomorrow.. laughing should be kept at a minimum.... oh, and Pam, you're a freak.. Geoffrey, I hope you're happy, you bastid... this is all your fault...

posted by: Eric on March 21, 2004 09:39 PM

nuther verr nice bit o'ritin, sir. tiz the kinda thang that keeps me cummin back to yer site. thankee!

posted by: buddy don on March 22, 2004 06:22 AM

Funny that you should write this. I was thinking of something very similar...and yet, your story is so wonderfully poignant. No matter where you go, you'll have a little of both people with you forever. Just as it should be with friends.

posted by: Da Goddess on March 23, 2004 11:47 PM