Gentle friends and kind hearts.
As the cool winds gently blow into the Northeast, the leaves turn brown and the chestnuts ripen, a slight chill that fall beckons can be felt in the air, the faint scent of a distant smoky fire rises to great you as you walk on a leaf-covered wooded path with gentle forest creatures.
Yet I find myself in Southern Iraq….
AND IT IS 122 FREAKIN’ DEGREES!
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PLACE!
HEY WE’VE GOT A DEATH VALLEY TOO!
BUT WE CHOOSE NOT TO LIVE IN IT!
105 DEGREES AT NIGHT?
ARE YOU FREAKIN’ NUTS?
HELL WOULD BE COOLER!
WAIT…I’M SUFFERING FROM SPONTANEOUS HUMAN COMBUSTION!