a hand placed a briefcase on a field desk plucked from a sandy cocoon. "Well, I guess I fucked up then."
"Why the black bands on their heads?"
"Those are not Saudis."
"Keep the pressure on it or you'll be another bleed out," a man was told while three troops were beckoned forward and told to apply the pressure.
"Those are (i)these(i)." A poster thumbnailed. Hamas. "Whatdothey do rolluptheir facemasks intoheadbands?"
"Reminds, reminds me, reminds me of this old grannie we had rolling up her ah stockings when they were blown out."
"Oh those motherfuckers are blown out alright."
A person pointed to crates and crates of explosives. "Not with tracers they aren't."
"Motherfuckers."
No comments:
Post a Comment