Sunday, October 19, 2014

The General decided the best action to take would be to procrastinate.
He lit a cigar from his collection of Don Julios captured with a colonel at Veracruz.
"These things aren't half bad."
The southern front was in shambles.
The reports were increasingly negative.
Both sides had taken a battering in Hurricane Azalea.
And the rain had not let up.
He fired off a memo.
'Teams of  250 on 15 day leave consecutively with military flights and board on the Big Island.'
'That should put some starch back in their shirts'.
He changed the channel and eased back into his chair.