The giant egg timer...
Through which the sands of time are trickling at an ever increasing rate. Or so it would seem. Yup, I have days to push. My replacement is here, he is my new best friend and i even pursuaded him to buy my TV and DVD player today, for only a $20 depreciation. Alles Gut.
Soon I shall return to the Fatherland, for that is where I am unfortunate enough to be based right now, to be reunited with my dearly beloved and the Hound of The Baskervilles. Apparently he is a labrador/Rottweiller/Alsatian cross, which bodes well I think. He is slowing growing up and calming down, so the threat of cutting his nuts off diminishes daily.
Unfortunately, it turns out he hasn't really got his pet passport (bluffing fool - did he think that customs wouldn't check?) so he can't come back to the UK to visit the extended family. Instead he will have the pleasure of returning to the kennels for a short time. Now, some people would try to convince you that a kennel is just like a hotel for pets. I say crap, it is more like prison - noisy, cramped and the bitch in the next cell keeps eyeing you up and slavering suggestively...no wonder he doesn't like it. Still, I need to see my Mum and Dad and the outlaws, so away he must go.
Not much has steamed me up recently, apparently our pal Norman Kember gushed profusely at the braveness of soldiers everywhere, the TV in the office is fixed, I am going to leave soon..
But all is not well, because even at this late stage in our tour, another of us has been killed. Very sad. Hopefully, something can be fixed here that means no more people have to be killed - on any side.
I'll let you know when I am back. All of you stay safe and thanks for the support you have given me while I have been here. To my replacements good luck and stay safe, to the Iraqi people good luck with all the difficulties that lie ahead on the road to a better country. To those who wont be coming home, in the past, now or in the future, We Will Remember Them.
Soon I shall return to the Fatherland, for that is where I am unfortunate enough to be based right now, to be reunited with my dearly beloved and the Hound of The Baskervilles. Apparently he is a labrador/Rottweiller/Alsatian cross, which bodes well I think. He is slowing growing up and calming down, so the threat of cutting his nuts off diminishes daily.
Unfortunately, it turns out he hasn't really got his pet passport (bluffing fool - did he think that customs wouldn't check?) so he can't come back to the UK to visit the extended family. Instead he will have the pleasure of returning to the kennels for a short time. Now, some people would try to convince you that a kennel is just like a hotel for pets. I say crap, it is more like prison - noisy, cramped and the bitch in the next cell keeps eyeing you up and slavering suggestively...no wonder he doesn't like it. Still, I need to see my Mum and Dad and the outlaws, so away he must go.
Not much has steamed me up recently, apparently our pal Norman Kember gushed profusely at the braveness of soldiers everywhere, the TV in the office is fixed, I am going to leave soon..
But all is not well, because even at this late stage in our tour, another of us has been killed. Very sad. Hopefully, something can be fixed here that means no more people have to be killed - on any side.
I'll let you know when I am back. All of you stay safe and thanks for the support you have given me while I have been here. To my replacements good luck and stay safe, to the Iraqi people good luck with all the difficulties that lie ahead on the road to a better country. To those who wont be coming home, in the past, now or in the future, We Will Remember Them.
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