8/13/2003: Liberian soldier ordered not to grieve

The official word: A government loyalist commander (left) orders a soldier at gunpoint to stop grieving a comrade who died of wounds suffered during a battle near front line positions Aug. 2 in Monrovia, Liberia.

"loyalist commander, sir? You do realize that you need a working index finger to operate that pistol, don't you sir?"

That's not a gun!



THAT'S a gun!

That takes some real balls to threaten someone carrying an AK-47 with a small caliber handgun.

Must go back to the old Crips vs. Bloods antagonism.

Maybe that's one of those cold weather shooting mittens with the trigger finger sticking out the other side.
Patton didn't need no stinkin' gun. Slap 'em straight.

What I'm finding most amusing is that the guy on the left, the commander, is a dead ringer for one of my patients. Hopefully there is going to be enough time to show this pic off at work tomorrow.

The story you don't hear

You been whinin' your ass off about this dead motherfucker for three days! Now get your sorry ass back to the front! This motherfucker is dead! Don't you understand that! He ain't coming back! Do you want a chance out there or no chance here!

But that's not unusual for you, Bruce.

As long as I get my meds. BTW, could you scratch my nose. The restraints won't let me reach my face.

I hear that a lot.

The customary answer is "No, I don't have gloves."

You need a Fist Condom.

A finger cot would probably do the trick.

But I'm still not itching your nose for you.

Blame it on General Butt Naked.