Last night S. and I went to a wetting down for a LCDR who was selected for CDR.
I walked back to the trailer to change out of uniform. Due to general order one I had to be incognito. Here I’ll tell what I wore one time just in case anybody wonders how I dress in Iraq. Iraqi sandals, olive cargo shorts and a red checkered Izod shirt. I carried a Cuban cigar in my shirt pocket so against that shirt it looked like a spit stain on a table cloth. I wore a blue mini-mag flashlight on my belt.
The party was under the awning out by the pool…we baked under the tin roof like potatos in an oven. But the sun went down and more people showed up. In flagrant violation of general order one we both snuck a beer from the garbage can ice chest and sat them down on the picnic table behind us everytime General S. walked by.
Toward the end of the evening we sat on the rail around the portico watching famished cats dart in and out for the crumbs of pretzels and ritz crackers. Along with an Air Force friend we told ghost stories until the stories ran dry and right as I was standing up to walk back to my trailer K. walked over. If heaven had a face hers hazel ones would be the two twinkling eyes. She is the prettiest girl in Iraq. I stood there smiling, K.’s shaply curves resting easy against the pink dress she wore with the familiar green alligator on her chest.
Then I exercised my talent for saying the dorkiest thing I can think of (without actually thinking): “I’m wearing Izod too.”
Yes, the mere fact any guy would brag about wearing Izod or even remember the manufacturer of a shirt is suspect…she should have walked away.
But I saved it by nodding toward the British guitar player and casually saying I was thinking of going to get my guitar so S. and I could sing Hank Williams Jr, songs.
“Where are you from?”
“Tennessee.”
“Man, I meet the coolest people from TN”.
I know.
The conversation was going well.
“When do you leave?”
At the end of the month. But I’ll be back in Spetember.
I’ll still be here I said.
I’ll see you then. Then she smiled and walked away like a movie star.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
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