The General's mood had improved.
The campaign in Jalisco had been a stunning success and he had restocked his treasured key limes.
Word from the administration was to capitalize on the ground game win.
'This could seriously snowball' was the line that stuck out in his mind from the classified memo.
'Those fucking cokeheads at Washington would love a giant snowball of peruvian flake, that's what this is about'
He knew the areas they seeked were heavily fortified by the enemy.
He would bore Washington to death with preliminary expenditures and tactical equipment requests.
This will 'blow' over if I overwhelm them with bullshit'
He turned back to the television and changed the channel to the Sox game.