Monday, March 16, 2009

The Killer Angels


Chamberlain and Kilrain returned to the 20th Maine at the summit of Little Round Tops looking as weary and distressed as the soil they trod. The little mounds seemed rough and sore from the wind and the debris from the battle. Almost as though they had been ravished and abused by a force of nature.
“Did you get to see General Meade,” asked Tom Chamberlain “Did you tell him about your feeling about our position here sir? How vulnerable we are to a thrust in a very sensitive place.”
“Nay bucko,” spat Kilrain as he worked a chaw of tobacco “Himself was not receiving visitors this morn, I think he must have been reading the newspapers and smelling the flowers. It’s what the rich do make no doubt at’all sir, no doubt at’all.”
“Now Buster we don’t know that,” Colonel Chamberlain wearily replied. “I am sure he is planning out the campaign that we lead to conquest and victory.”
“Now Colonel Darling it’s a rich man’s war but a poor man’s fight, we will be the last to know to be sure. We will be finding out right about when the creatures will be trying to stick us with their bayonets.”
“Well then we will just have to be ready Buster, we will just have to be ready.”

1 comment:

dr kill said...

In Honor of St. Pat's Day I offer the following joke-(not being Irish myself)

A Scotsman, an Englishman, and an Irishman meet in a bar while traveling.

"Y'know" said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow , there's a wonderful little bar called McTavish's. The landlord there goes out of his way for the locals, so much that when you buy 4 drinks he'll buy the 5th drink for you."

"Well," said the Englishman, "at my local, the Red Lion, the barman there will buy your 3rd drink after you buy the first 2."

"Ahhhhh, that's nothing, laddies," said the Irishman. "Back home in me own Dublin , there's Ryan's Bar. Now, the moment you set foot in the place the lads fight to buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like. Then, when you've had enough drinks, they'll take you upstairs and see that you get laid All on the house."

The Englishman and Scotsman immediately scorn the Irishman's claims. But he swears every word is true.

"Well," said the Englishman, "did this actually happen to you?"

"Not to me meself, personally, no," said the Irishman... "but it did happen to me sister."