I find myself making note of what I will need to report back to Congress, concerned 
once again about the unbound cruelty of the American soldier. Imagine my displeasure when I found that US soldiers had cut off the ears of corn, beaten the egg whites, cut the eyes out of the potatoes, whipped the cream, and conducted other atrocities of which I will not speak in mixed company.
In order to save my own sanity, I had to separate myself both physically and mentally from the underclass that makes up the fighting men and women here in Iraq. I found myself missing my good friend Assad.
-Baghdad, December 2006, near (or perhaps over) the Cambodian Border
too bad no one gave him a hat to wear......
Posted by: MC | December 28, 2006 at 01:25 PM