Brothers To The Bone

I arrived in Amman Jordan tonight and met some French reporters when all of a sudden a huge mass loomed above me, and said, "Blacknuckle?!"  It was Shrek.  He was an 18 Delta (Special Forces Medic) before he retired.  He is a very odd characture.  My last mental of him was me asking him for PKM ammo; I knocked on the door of his hootch, and asked, "Shrek?  It’s Randy!  I need AK and PKM ammo!"  He came walking out of his hootch with a pee stain in the front while scractching his ass with his spare hand in his briefs.  He may have been odd, but we were brothers on the field of battle.  We smelled the same gunfire, felt the same blood, and shot at the same targets in the gamezone. 

I arrived in Amman Jordan this evening and suddenly  had Shrek looming over me.  He and I had several drinks.  He was in need of a bed, and I had two twin beds in my room.  I told him to crash in my room as he awaited his 320am flight back to Germany where his girl awaited him.  The staff of the hotel attempted to charge me $132 for his sharing my room.  We utilized our E & E (Escape and Evasion) plan to sneak him into my room where he is peacefully sleeping at the moment. 

I worked with Shrek during the  DGI days.  He treated me the first time I was shot and broke a couple of ribs.  Sure, he’s and odd duck, but he is ‘shit hot’ as a medic.  He was drinking with a couple of  Brit Operators.  We exchanged some war stories, and Shrek went his way…to my room.  I hope I don’t have an extra charge tomorrow.  But he is my Brother in Arms.  No problem if I’m charged extra if he crashes on my extra bed.  he’s a brother to the bone.

I just found out Lora can’t meet me for lunch when I arrive at the airport.  I’m a bit bummed out about that. 

Hell, I don’t even know in which language this message is written.  I hope it’s not Arabic.

Speaking of Arabic, I arrived at the hotel tonight and noted a horde of dudes and dudettes wearing sheets.  Being an American, I thought it was as giant Toga party.  I was on my way to my room to grab a sheet when I was told they were all from Sri Lanka and on their way to Mecca.  No problem there…I drank ‘doubles’ for them since they can’t drink. 

What a  holy road!  Kneeling on a carpet and praying five times per day!  Hell, I’d choose Catholicism…at least their kneeling deals are padded!

By the way, I’m a poor speller…but you get the point…

I appreciate the notes…espicially the private ones…but I really only want Xmas cards….nothing more.  Keep in mind that your cards will have to be screened for things like anthrax.  Just cards.  I apppreciate the other things you all are sending me, but it takes too much scanning to items v. cards. 

I have more to write…don’t know how many letters I still have…stand by…