It Has Started
June 15th, 2007 by rsm
The cell phone rings. The number is a certain exchange indicating a call from Iraq going through a particular stateside base. Could only be one person:
RSM: Hey, buddy!
Butterbar: Whuddup, bro?!!
RSM: Not much man, just getting some things together around here.
Butterbar: Pa-Rade REST!
RSM: … already? F*!# you.
Butterbar: waitin’ for it…
RSM: …
Butterbar: waitin’ for it…
RSM: *sigh* F*!# you… sir.
Butterbar: Thaaaat’s better… Love-ya-mean-it!
Methinks they’re going to have a hell of a lot of fun with this…
I shared this one with Richmond the other day…
In the early fifties my father was stationed in Germany. One cold winter day he had to go to the train station to receive his command of fresh troops straight from Fort Bragg.
As he told the story most of the privates had never been outside of their home towns prior to going to basic training and being shipped to Europe.
His job was to read them the riot act and assert himself as their officer.
As he was walking the line in front of them, one of his young shoulders broke rank, wrapped himself around my father as he cried: “Junior? Is that you, Junior?!”
It was a second cousin to my father. Apparently, my father’s face was the first “friendly” face he had seen since leaving home…
; )
Preview is my friend.
That should be “soldiers” instead of “shoulders”
Yes, I win the idiot of the day award…pass me the hot dog…
; )
Hehehehehe… Yah they’re waiting for you.
LOL! Too sweet. Dude, you’ve totally made the right decision!
heh heh heh
this is going to be fun.
aaaaaaaand, you’re LOVIN’ it!! heh.
I told you so, Grandpa.