It's as though everything in this whole damned place is cued. As the frontline commander left, more Mujahideen were coming back from the front lines of Fallujah, a little bit tired and one of them limping and grimacing. At least one or two Mujahideen are dying a day, so I counted those coming in, then slapped the limping man on the shoulder and helpfully contributed that at least he was still alive, eh? He sneered his discontent.
Cue Sweden vs. the Netherlands in the Euro 2004. The incoming Mujahideen told stories and gave updates during the anthems, but as soon as the ball was played, everyone went quiet. Until now, the only other sound is the metallic grinding of a C5 (the missile that goes in a bazooka) under the foot of one of the fighters who is rolling it back and forth nervously.
Zero-Zero and the power is out. Now, the only sound is that metallic grinding and the groans of protest that we won't see the rest of the game. Time to sleep.
tarek
Below was a wonderful response from a Swedish friend:
Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2004
To: tarek@tarek.2y.net
Subject: A real thriller
The Netherlands walked away with a 5-4 win, and our national pride in their back pockets.... Just so you know.
Man... I don't know what to say to you. Every entry seems more absurd than the one before. You seem to be stuck in a poorly written chapter in Douglas Adams' The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Although I know it is, the absurdity makes your present existence unreal....
The only thing I can think of to say at the moment is "Sorry you missed the game." It was one for the historybooks. A real thriller.
Take care.
Keep writing
X