Some of you may remember Josh, way back when he was a FNG, Mikey and I took him along on our excellent adventure to Camp Slayer when he first arrived here in Baghdad. Josh has become a treasured part of our extended family.........I'm forced to say that because he collects guns, knives, bow and arrows, large blunt objects and other weapons of moderate destruction he could hurt me with. I'm kidding of course ( No.....I swear...save me!), Josh is a great kid and a hard worker and he is a valued part of our Station 2 family.
Anyway, Josh had a way of alerting other members of the Firehouse if a respectable looking girl was in the vicinity, he would say "skee-skee!". I'm not really sure what it meant but when Mikey and I visited Saddams former skeet shooting facility, we both said "skee-skee!". It made more sense at the time and it seemed like a good segue into this post...........I swear I'll do better next time! On to the pictures, pictures, pictures!
Go figure, Saddam spent a lot of time in holes in the ground, sound familiar??
No, I'm not really throwing it at the camera. Are you fuckin crazy, thats expensive!
Mikey demonstrating the skeet shooter
Could I have possibly found one of Saddams sandles? Through the wonders and advancement of DNA research, I could create an exact duplicate of him, however, I would manipulate his overwhelming desire for death and repression to an immense passion for fluffy bunnies and puppies!!
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