Fred Embraces The Suck
One of the most frustrating things about being here in The Suck (or, Afghanistan as some people call it) is the condition I live under where I have virtually no time to myself. Okay, when I’m asleep, technically I get all of that time all to myself. All four to five whopping, fuck-chunking hours. As Mama Rants says, “Well whoopty shit.”
Anyway, the other day as I ran back to my room for some antacids, I dug through my wall locker and Fred waved at me. I told him he was still missing his pants, and that could cause some problems over here. He replied that he had little intention of going off of Camp Morningwood, and that so far going around with no pants was working pretty well for him. I told him I’d explore that later.
Fred asked me if I was ever going to do another post featuring him, and I told him sure, absolutely, just as soon as I found those pesky antacids, and what was it we were discussing? So during this early morning lull in the younger generation sucking up all the bandwidth here, I snuck in this Fred Feature.
Please enjoy Fred, in all his pantsless glory, enjoying The Suck with me on our second sabbatical here. Also of note, today – Halloween – marks my halfway point in this deployment. I did not plan it this way, my life just is that bizarre.