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August 1, 2007


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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Little Gillian sat on her daddy’s knee and stared at the old photograph he held.

“They were a great bunch of guys. That’s LT there, he could track anything. And Fitz, the sharpshooter, he could knock a flea off a gnat’s ear. Borren, he was a genius with explosives, and a real funny guy.”

“What did you do?”

Daddy hesitated, apparently embarrassed. “I was, uh, I was responsible for instrumenting the solanum liberation, you know, from the oppressive integument forced upon them from . . . inception.”

Gillian stopped to consider this carefully. “You mean you peeled the potatoes.”

“Well, yes, that too.”

Posted by: Misch at August 1, 2007 5:15 AM · Permalink

“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.”

Posted by: Barb at August 1, 2007 10:58 AM · Permalink

“Well, I picked up a serious limp” he answered, recounting in his mind the drunken fall from the mess-hall balcony.

“Did you take out any bad guys?”

“Oh, I mixed it up with a few of them” he slurred, recalling the days in the brig from brawls he couldn’t remember.

“Are you drinking? Again?”

“Hell, I tip the bottle now-n-again honey, but you don’t need to worry.”

“I do worry Dad. What is it you’re trying to forget?”

The disgrace of the dishonorable discharge, the disgrace of his existence, roared into focus and he slapped her - hard - across the face.

Posted by: kipp at August 1, 2007 2:52 PM · Permalink

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