More Memorial and Miscellanious Missives

• "I think he needs a tom-tom on that thing he's been criss-crossing the state for at least 7 or 8 years."


• Comment on Liberally Lean regarding the man who pushes the wheeled cross around the state (world?)


• Made me laugh.


• I slept from 9 o'clock last night to 10 this morning. I'm not even sure how many hours that is without calculating it- I've rarely had to relate that feat in my life.


• Crazy dreams all night: a shotgun that converts to different calibers and gauges... and an umbrella, a walking stick and I don't know what else in a fancy case.


• Plus 250,000 dollars cash that different criminal gangs and individuals felt entitled to.


• One gang was Amazonian lesbians.


• Me in the middle of all this nonsense.


• With an old, dead best friend (who was starting to decompose) driving me around in an old, giant Oldsmobile to help me escape.


• Me at one point sticking a knife in one temple and holding a pistol to the other of some dude.


• Oh, and Corey Feldman in a trailer house hanging out with me.


• I'm more worn out than when I laid down last night.


• It seems more people genuinely get Memorial Day than Christmas.


• Maybe?


• There is nothing better than a nap in a recliner with a little baby on your chest.


• A couple of people whose clarity of thought and writing ability I'm envious of love this blog and some hold it in some esteem.


• For some reason.


• I rarely dream about war- mine or others. A common Iraq war dream: I'm riding gun (machinegunner on top of truck) and it's dark I can smell the mixture of good/ bad smells I think you could find only in Iraq and at least- only in war. Burning trash, burning pavement, burning jet fuel, burning ______, dirty bodies, gunpowder. Then the fresh smell of the lake as wind blows across it, same through crop fields and orchards, the muddy but, somehow clean smell after the rare rain, the smell of deodorant when the squad leader down below adjusts his body armor, the smell of Copenhagen when Blake the driver takes a dip of snuff.


• Yes, we were just as likely to use first names as rank and last name.


• We are dead tired after a 6 hour patrol and manning a checkpoint for at least 2 hours. This is when it's the most dangerous- just dark, tired, anxious to be home, hungry, lonely, driving on literally the most dangerous stretch of road in the world (the insurgents don't bother digging new holes- they place the bombs in the old ones).


• The tension is palpable.


• As we pass the last checkpoint and know we are probably going to live another day.


• I drop down into the crew compartment ands say in my cheeriest, most nonchalant tone, " So, this blond walks into a bar..."


• Before I can finish everyone busts out into raucous laughter and slaps me on the knees and side and say,"Kev, you alright man- what would we do without you?"