G-I, I’ll always be yukking it up in Crazy Talk, even if I’m not around to contribute….
Good timing on your post though, it coincided nicely with a trip to Baghdad that kept me away from the computer for a couple of days. Because of security concerns, I can’t announce trips like that beforehand, so I may drop off the radar from time to time, when I do fear not, I’ll be back and posting overcaffeinated late-night ravings again before you know it. Keep in mind that no news is good news, I might be traveling around or just can’t get on the net for some reason or other, we often lose internet access for days at a time for various reasons.
Baghdad, by the way, is completely bizarre at this point. The last lunch I ate there, I was sitting at a table wearing my uniform, pistol on my hip. To my left, there were a bunch of italian soldiers (I think they were soldiers) wearing the latest in eurotrash battle finery (think olive drab mesh t-shirts - the loose mesh you can completely see through, over-tight camo pants, etc). To my right, a table full of embassy muckety-mucks in well-pressed suits. I started to wish my boots were ruby-colored so I could click the heels three times and say “There’s no place like combat, there’s no place like combat….” It was like that scene from “Blazing Saddles” when the brawl spills into the movie studio caferteria, with folks dressed in costumes from about 14 different genre movies all mixing it up. I am actually glad to be back out in what those folks consider “the wild west.”