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Postcards from a Hot and Sandy Place : And it drags on and on and on. Or does it?
Well, the facades of certain stern, hard core, nail spitting, take no prisoners infantry officers are starting to slip, showing (gasp!) senses of humor as our tour of sandy parts plows on like a dull wooden plow attached to a 100 year old ox furrowing through the rocky hills of 18th century Ireland. Gems of…
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Postcards from a Hot and Sandy Place: Emily Post Stands to Post in the Desert
Can you have a politically correct war? Or is such a phrase as oxymoronic as military intelligence? As my stay here in the sandy place progresses, as I flex my muscle that allows me to function in 120 plus degree heat, as America tries its best to implement democracy in this country of hot Arab…
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Postcards from a new sandy place: Top 10 Asinine Rules of Camp Tuitty Fruity
Readers, I sincerely apologize for the lapse. As we hit the longest stretch of this vacation we call deployment my sense of humor appears somewhat diminished. I have changed jobs and with that, moved to another larger sandy camp which from all accounts has the potential for more stupidity and utter mediocrity than one can…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SANDY PLACE #9 – You Know You’re a Redneck If
Notable quotable Jeff Foxworthy makes millions making fun of his redneck self by pointing out the quirks of being a southern Georgia hillbilly. Which begs the question, can you be a true redneck if you can afford to buy the entire county that you allege you inhabit? Ponder that, gentle readers. Before I came on…
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POSTCARDS FROM A HOT AND SANDY PLACE #8 – All female Captains look alike
Readers, I apologize for my hiatus, sometimes my job as a desert lawyer gets in the way of my career as a humor columnist. I have discovered I have an evil twin. No kidding readers, there is someone running around our encampment who looks exactly like me, confusing the heck out of soldiers and civilian…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SANDY PLACE #7 – Seriously, Ma’am, we love the fashion channel!
When I learned I would be stuck in a dirty urban desert for a year, restricted to wearing nothing but Army issue garb 24/7, the haute couture junkie in me groaned in despair. How would I be able to keep up with the latest Ann Taylor wraps, model the chicest of Jimmy Choo kitten heels…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SOGGY PLACE #6 – And God said to Noah, build me an arky arky
There are many things in the Sandy Place that have not changed since this hallowed ground gave birth thousands of years ago to the religious faiths that shape our modern existence. For example, the hot dusty climate that kept Moses and the Israelites warm as they wandered the desert for 40 years in nomadic search…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SANDY PLACE #5 – As my evidence professor would say, hearsay can be verbal and non-verbal communication
Cultural differences are often fodder for confusion, puzzlement and unintended disrespect. Fortunately for me and my never ending quest for humor in an otherwise rather humorless place, they can be comic as well. For example, in America the thumbs up sign usually means, ok, great, good to go. In fact, soldiers use it frequently as…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SANDY PLACE #4 – Planes trains and automobiles
Well gentle readers, I have moved north to our new sandy place. The trip was not one I care to repeat, three days of taking every conceivable form of transportation known to humankind and the Army while lugging hundreds of pounds of luggage. I liken the trip to the movie “Planes, Trains and Automobiles” (Mind…
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POSTCARDS FROM A SANDY PLACE #3 – “Yes, I’d like a half-caf, skim mocha
Dear Readers of TLRG; While I have it on good authority that TLG would never be caught dead holding an assault rifle and wearing combat boots (in other words, she told me), she would certainly have felt quite at home in our sandy place the other morning. While there are many things that make this…