Sunday, October 25, 2009

Sleep Deprivation and jumping out of aeroplanes

From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile...

Long morning. Coffee rations were waning. After waiting to be debriefed (for almost 2 hours), orders were given, and the mission was on. Liz and Steve suited up, strapped in, signed the secret documents, hid the microfilm and took to the air.

When Steve and Liz were safely returned to the loving arms of the Earth, Caitlin and I had to do our duty fighting the Reds. The Big Bear never stood a chance.

With the American People safe from Matryoshka dolls, dreadfully dry and long winded existentialist literature, and furry hats, we once again slipped back into the guise of civilian life. And rode scooters.

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