Pole Dancing In The Dark

Friday Joe

I'm sure you all remember how I met Joe back in April. Well an odd thing happened last Friday while I was meandering about town. I ran into another soldier in dire need of rescuing.

I was running out of an Italian bakery (after picking up some tasty cookies for my grand-ma-ma) because it was (finally) raining and I didn’t bother with the umbrella. As I was scurrying back to my car, I looked down… and there was GI Jack. Poor Jack had an unfortunate accident which had taken his arm off. Lucky for him, it wasn’t too far away from the horrid scene. I picked him and his arm up, and headed for home to see if reattachment was possible.

Meet Jack:

Getting ready for reattachment: (don't worry, Jack had been anesthetized at this point)

My finest surgical implements: (We will rebuild him, we will make him stronger, faster...)

The finished product: (I'll be glad if it stays reattached - frankly, I'm glad I didn't manage to glue my fingers together.)

As Jack sleeps, Joe stands guard. It's what he does and he does it well.

Jack is a good deal bigger than Joe, so I hope there isn't any of that alpha male bullshit when he recovers. Joe was here first. And, at this rate, I'll be lucky to have a squad in 2 1/2 years.

And since Joe started it all and it is the Friday Joe:

Posted by Ethne at August 19, 2005 11:49 PM | TrackBack