Ghost Troop Home Page April Fools Part 2
Please inform Captain May I just watched the first of
two VHS cassettes with the 30th Anniversary director's cut of Lawrence of
Arabia - crossing the Nefud, taking Akaba, then across the Sinai to Cairo. I have extended several invitations at
El Loco de Wacko (Kenneth), Private, GT37CL
Loco de Wacko:
Today I, too, have been thinking that Mars comes so close to earth only once every 60,000 years. Surely this is an omen, for so close are we come to his doom of Armageddon. You have done well to prepare a plan for August 27, because we are cavalry, and cavalry always charges at the moment the enemy begins to turn his back. Be bold, and Mars himself will smile as he retreats, for the gods delight in brazen deeds.
My love to my troopers in
Captain May
Loco, your request to decline promotion is accepted. You will remain a private, for that is an honorable office. Continue the Internet Revolution, using such skills as you possess and such assistance as you can garner. You are an informational Prometheus, and you are to carry the fire of truth into the public mind.
I enclose a triad of military essays that will refine your understanding: I wrote the first one as a declaration to the intelligence community as to what I (then a mere second lieutenant) thought they (then, as always, smug and satisfied) should strive toward to be better officers. The other two are merely good military intelligence.
Finally, a piece of writing that has a haunting echo. Read the date of the fourth piece before the essay. I wrote it for the Wall Street Journal to announce my last career.
Your courage and initiative are noted. Charge!
Captain May, Commander, Ghost Troop, 3/7 Cavalry
Hey y’all, it was great hanging out Saturday. Sorry I bugged out after I read the latest op-ed to the assembly, but I like to keep moving when I’m in Bush country – it let’s me do the most damage to his tyranny. I went down to the park (you’ve got to send me the name for my book) where y’all were afraid that the prez was going to have me killed by the local cops. I like the place, and I intend to start camping there from time to time after we remove the toad from office. Doc and I went there the last time I was in town, and I pissed on the rocks to leave my scent. Now only wolves, bobcats and mountain lions – my fellow hunters – will tarry there. I can assure you that there will be no chickens like Bush to be found.