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Friday, January 02, 2009

The Aches and Pains of Bichegan.

Yes, that is really a place name here. Whether it came from a huge fan of the state which actually claims Detroit as its own or from someone too retarded to spell – or speak – it correctly, I do not know. What I do know is that when a semi-retarded guy who lives in the village of “Bichegan” tells you that he has a weapons cache to take you to, take heed, for it is probably a waste of your time. At least it was for me, as we waited many, many, many hours after we found this “cache” for EOD to come and take it. And all I get for my troubles is a neck with lightning bolt shots of pain arching down it for my trouble. At some point in the past year I believed that my previous injury wouldn’t bother me that bad if all I were doing was wearing body armor. Well, shame on me, I say. Shame on me.

That is all for now. Too much pain for me to continue to write. I will attempt to spin a wonderful version of today’s non-events when I am feeling better. Toodles.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your blog posts have changed my life! Being in Iraq must be very surreal!

Joe Gates said...

Maybe whoever named it just had a bad cold that day?

Mr. Twisted said...

To the "anonymous" poster, you just suck too bad at video hockey to be man enough to go to Iraq. Loser.

Joe... I love ya, but Haji hacks up enough in their normal language that there is no way to know if they ever have a cold...