Slobbering Hounds

Back in 1986 I rolled a Monticarlo. The thing was totaled and everyone was surprised I lived. I rolled at 45MPH. Long story. All I could hear besides the banging metal was the song on the radio…”She’s an easy lover”. I didn’t hurt nobody. I walked away.

I got clipped by an Iraqi in a semi and drug fifteen feet backward. All I could hear was other Iraqis yelling and me laying on the horn for him to stop. It’s drivable, but going to the shop. My Brother brought up the Monticarlo. I ain’t thought of that in years. Thanks Bro.

The Iraqi MP’s came to investigate, complete with four guy’s with AK’s and a PKM Gunner.

Happiness is when your Iraqi’s bring you Unexploded Ordinance (UXO) they found first thing in the morning. Something that could have went out on the market or to the insurgents. That stuff keeps popping up like wild flowers.

Unhappiness is when two Jundis get into a fight trying to hit each other with AK’s loaded with live rounds. Others grabbed them and I threw my 9mm into red status just in case. My counterpart separated them. The Iraqi Col. Took care of it. Supposedly the whole thing was over talking trash over the radio. Sticks and stones doesn’t play in this society. Anything for drama. Now, they take their weapons as soon as they get relieved from post.

“Well the Chief Of Police kept the crime off the streets deep in his heart we all knew he felt differently, we all knew he was an anarchist”.

While Iraqi’s may be very dramatic people, they are also very polite (in formal way’s) and concerned for friends. Chaos rules the day though. I think of 4^th Generation Warfare, what you have here, much less around the world, and it’s inciting of chaos. It’s a form of getting what you want through making things unstable. People will do it to each other. They will impose chaos in any given relationship to keep someone in a certain position of instability. It’s the cruelty of manipulation, a sick way of keeping attention. That’s some of what happens here. Some of the killing is tribal, some ethnic/religious…Some just plain meanness.

Enough of Iraq. I’m here every day. I should talk about better things, like Women’s Lingerie again. Red’s a nice color too. Well, all colors are pretty nice when it comes to that.

Me and a buddy from Montgomery Alabama were talking today. I was telling him about the time I drew my pistol on my room mate, great guy. He was working grave yards and I slept with my door open when he was gone. My room was right next to the front door. I had just dozed off when I heard something like the door getting jimmied and then it flew wide open. I had had some trouble with a girl I had gone out with once and the guy she got engaged to. Long Story. I thought that’s who it was. In an instant I was sitting straight up in bed with my .45 bearing down on my room mate. He’s standing there telling me he was broke down and needed help. My heart was pounding…I have that Sig and there ain’t no safety. Just your wits and discipline.

My Ex would call my name out before going into the room if I was asleep. We hadn’t been living together for long when she startled me after I had gone to sleep and I came up at her with my fist balled up. I thought it was her Ex busting in. He let us be though. Later there got to be so much darn commotion in the house I learned to live with it. She’d still call my name though.

“How could a year last so fucking long?...Well round and round she goes. Where she'll stop nobody knows. Y'know that woman put a spell on me, but if you start me, start
me, start me you can't stop me, stop me, stop me.”

Me and the Montgomery boy were talking. We’re about to start getting short. Going home is starting to peak on the horizon. We were talking about what we will do. All I know is I’ll take Terminal Leave, go and give my employer an idea when I’ll come back to work. By Law, I’ll have 90 day’s. He’s wanting to start driving west and keep going. Just drive around the country. He’s single. I thought once I’d head out and hunt Milk River Montana. Then, I figured no. I’d finally invest in a pair of Bear Dogs and a SOCOM16. I’d get more longevity out of the three. Ray was wanting me to go hunt Colorado with him last year. I told him, I’d be here. Maybe I will go out there with him. But that coincides with Bear and Hog Season. I told Montgomery boy to just come on up to the house. I hope he don’t come in Hunting Season. Just joking.

I got the feeling I'll be in a field of flowers, my head in someones lap and slobbering hounds running around us. But, not during Hunting Season...

From the Great Blue Hills Of God to Mesopotamia,
The Appalachianist