Cigarettes were not allowed during guard duty for obvious reasons, so Michael Myers in the pocket shirt. Long before I learned to live without cigarettes, the craving for one was strong. I would often argue with myself and say, well, if I close the hood real tight, they wouldn’t see the glow. The challenge was to keep it dry and unobservable. Fortunately, self-preservation and logic were stronger than my nicotine addiction so I avoided smoking when I could. After a few minutes, with great reluctance, the brief reprieve ended, and I returned to my role as a guard. Grabbing the hood and sliding it down to expose my face, my return to the bleak and wet night was complete.
Michael Myers in the pocket shirt, hoodie, sweater and v-neck t-shirt
Offical Michael Myers in the pocket shirt
I was then faced with staring intently at the Michael Myers in the pocket shirt, struggling to detect movement, all the while being battered by the voluminous buckets of water. Because I wore glasses, it was a continuous battle to keep them from blurring and restricting my vision. I couldn’t see with them, and I couldn’t see without them. Humorously, I reassured myself that the stealthy enemy was pretty bright and had no interest in sliding through the deep rice patties of water putrid with buffalo dung and mosquito larva to sneak upon us. I hoped. Still, it would be an opportune time so caution was the calling card.