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August 1, 2007

Wednesday

Today we'll take three song titles from the Rolling Stones...

Okay! I'm kidding!

Today's real theme is... What did you do in the war, Daddy?

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Dave: "Strange Allies"

"What did you do in the war, Daddy?"

Roger glanced at Chrys, who was reading a large book.  He gave Dina a crooked smile.  "Well, Daddy fought werewolves once.  And a djinn in a desert cave.  And vampires in Rumania, and he personally, personally drove a silver dagger through the eye of a fallen angel that was helping the Nazis."

Dina looked at him with grave eyes, then rolled them in a fashion that only young kids could.  "Da-deee," she chided, then skipped off.

Chrys spoke from behind her book.  "The least you could do is lie to her."

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David: The Clarity Of Youth

“Well, honey, I didn’t agree with the reasons we were told for going to war, and I had a moral objection to taking someone’s life. So, when they tried to make me fight, I moved to a magical land called ‘Canada,’ where no one would ask me to kill anyone. I was free to write protest songs and petition our government.

‘I’m a hero, sweetie. I helped save the lives of all those young boys and girls who would have died had the war continued.”

The girl started wailing and ran out of the room. “Moooom! Dad’s a dirty hippie!”

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Ted: Of Killing People and Breaking Things

Kids, that is a question often asked, but few answer honestly. I guess you could say I just did they told me to do. But even that would be kind of a cop out.

I killed people. I killed lots of people. Some were truly evil. None were innocent. But they were all just doing what their officers told them, just like me.

You kids want to understand war, understand warriors? You can't. No one who hasn't been there can. But, I'll tell you this, mostly what I did was sweat, because war is always hot, even in the snow.

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Jeff R.: Everyhing But: A Fable

Me? I was a supply sergeant. Things started out rough. It took weeks to get replacement blankets, even longer for field-portable heaters. After a while, though, I'd developed a good relationship with Louis, the quartermaster.

Then one day Cookie comes up to me and says that the kitchen sink's cracked right down the middle and needed immediate replacement. I phoned supply, but the replacement guy was a pain to deal with, so I flew out to where Louis was on leave and got written permission for the rush order.

So all was well. And the moral?

Lou's slips ship sinks.

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From The Comments: Barb

“What did you do in the war, Daddy?”

“I rode a tank in the general’s rank when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank.”

“Daddy, that’s a Rolling Stones song. Weren’t you in the war?”

“War, humph, good God, ya’ll what is it good for? Absolutely nothin’”

“Daddy, that’s Edwin Starr. 1970. Didn’t you do anti-war protests in college?”

“We’ve got to fight for our right to party! Yeah!”

“Beastie Boys, Daddy. What’s with you? There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.”

“Well, kid…there’s a man with a gun over there, tellin’ me I got to beware.”

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