I´m waiting on a line of God knows how many dudes, I can hear the guys on the phone
telling their family members what you always say in those cases when you´re about to
get deployed and you have signed the cool letter where it states that in case you die
over in that shitty country where are your belongings and money going to go. So there
I am standing in my cool uniform and pain in the ass since it´s over 100 degrees Farenheit
people are already starting to insult the guys in the phone booth to hurry up, I´m one of them
who is throwing out insults while you hear the guys saying “don´t worry, it´s safe, no problems,
I´m strong, bla bla bla” So is my turn then.
Riiiiiiiing….now the phone is ringing. Quite truthfull to the real conversation but that did happen
quite a long time, but this is not too far off, believe it.
“Hello?” that´s dad
I tell him when is the date they have finally announce were going to be deployed, he tells me
that they can´t make it to the farewell, not strange by the way, and that he´ll see me when I come back.
In comes Mom.
She, “Hi, how´s everything?”
Me, “Good, gonna deploy again on the 6 of June”
She, “That´s what you wanted, right?”
Me, “I´m not complaining, I´m just telling you.”
She, “Well that´s good then, by the way, bring me some sand.”
Now my face turns probably a bit awkward since the guys behind me are staring at me quite strangely.
Me, a bit dumbfounded ” What?……Did you just said to bring you some sand?”
She, normal, as talking about bring me some apples from the grocery, ” Yes sand, just take a taperware
and fill it with sand.”
Me, ” What for? Why in the world would you want sand from that shit country?”
She, ” I have to show´em to my girl friends.”
Me, “Fuck, you really are serious.”
She, “Yes, just take the taperware and fill it up, see you when you come back, love you.”
Now I´m standing there thinking to myself, fuck me, I need to go and buy a taperware and I have no idea if
I can reach the town or what. What is she going to do if I don´t bring the freaking sand?…. Now I´m really
starting to panic. Forget about people shooting at you, I need to find a freaking taperware and hope to God
I don´t forget to bring the sand. No crying, no be careful, nope, the taperware filled with sand. Plus
the conversation does keep you from thinking about stupid stuff.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses
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