Re-Run, But Fun–Re-Done–Expanded (A Conversation Over a Plywood Wall In a Tent in Afghanistan)

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“But Lance?”

I hear you ask

“If you hate WordPress So much, Why do you continue to use them?”

“Because they have over a thousand of my posts in their grubby little paws and I don’t wanna be tasked with trying to move them to a different platform. Below are some of the reasons why”:

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A co-worker from Trinidad, but calling Houston home for the past 20 years, (let’s call him “Persad” since that’s his name), lives in the “cubicle” next to mine in Tent C-9.

He was “home” when I arrived. He greeted me from over the cube wall.

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My Hooch

“Lance Mar—cone!” (that’s how he calls me, ’cause to him, that’s MY name) “Waz da happn’in’s?”

“Same ol’ same ol’. Where you working these days?” (he just got back from RR yesterday)

“Dey got me over to the new LSA, Bro.”

“That would be LSA Six… Bro,” I answered back. “You got an office over there?”

“Nope, no office,” he lied.

“Well, I heard you got a CHU.” (Containerized Housing Unit–small trailer, kind of)

“Ya, but no furniture.”

“Pretend you’re Japanese; sit on the damn floor. What you need furniture for anyway?”

“Damn Bro! I be too old an’ shit for dat.” (I am aiming for “Island Accent” here.)

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“You do realize, Persad, that you are in a war zone?”

*Unintelligible grumbling*

After a pause…

“Hey Mar—cone!”


“I spoke to yer girl today.”

“You mean Lashonda?”

“Yeah, dat one.”

“She’s not my Girl, but, yes, she works for me; ‘Bout what?”

“She said you dun give her dat office chair.”

“You mean that office chair I bought with my own money months ago for my hooch here?”

“Ya dat’s de one.”

“What about it?”

“She said you give it to her.”

“I did in fact; it’s my chair.”

“You give it to her, or to the office?”

“I gave it to her for as long as she is on Dwyer.”

“Why you give her dat chair, Mon?”

“Because her back was hurting and I am a gentleman.”


“You want a chair?


“Amazon dot com.”

“Damn Bro, caint you H Bee Oh; Help a brother out?”


“You gots some scissors I can borrow?”

“Yes,” I said, handing them over the wall, “Here ya go; don’t run with them.”


“No prob.”

2 thoughts on “Re-Run, But Fun–Re-Done–Expanded (A Conversation Over a Plywood Wall In a Tent in Afghanistan)

  1. ever run into V Bout over there? My law-er friend Bob tried to keep Chichakli outta the crossbar lodge.

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