I had a dream

I had a dream last night. The US Marines were charging the beaches of Tripoli with PP leading the charge with but with a highly held saber. Gradhafi boldly standing at water's edge. A Spanish pistol in both hands. Marines were falling on both sides of PP. He didn't stop, but shouted for his men to keep charging and ordering artillery fire. Libyan troops atop the rise, but flying body parts. PP kept rallying his troops, come on chaps, bully forward doing whatever humanly and spiritually possible. Just as PP was within gun shot Gradhafi let both pistols fire. Passing bullets went thru PP, he tripped and the saber went flying through the air and struck Gradhafi in the heart, Both victims fell to the sea swept beach, mortality wounded.

The drama was too much and I sprange out of bed and attempted to run towards our fallen leader. Just then a loud voice could be heard. What the hell are you doing? Saving our fallen leader. Say what? The voice echoed in the confines of a area. Yep, he got two holes through him. That's not the only thing wrong with that dude. Said the voice. Now totally awake, the voice was... my wife. Now get back in bed...that war is over.

The whole thing above is done in jest, to add some fun to a Friday afternoon.

It was a play on Teddy Roosevelt and his the Rough Riders charge up San Juan-Hill (Cuba) Spanish American War. Really in this case there was a little fudging of the facts. It really wasn't San Juan Hill at all, but Kettle Hill adjacent. Military history now refer the event as the "Battle of San Juan Heights" Now you know the rest of the story. Have a good weekend.