southern infantry and northern artillery
the title of this blog is something i’m fond of saying. however, i didn’t come up with it. the late novelist and civil wear historian, shelby foote, came up with it years ago. it’s a pretty much true statement. at any rate, it means with southern infantry and northern artillery the us of a could win just about any war with anybody.
i was sent the following in an email by a friend a week or so ago. i’d been wanting to stick it up here and share it with you but i’ve been busy with the brown eyed girl. things are going well on that front so i’m back home for a few days of r and r on my own. i have no idea where it came about or who originated the email. all i know is that it’s funny as hell and there just might be a few grains of truth to it as well. the point being is, the photo combines southern infantry and northern artillery in a 21st century way. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did.
The Pentagon announced TODAY the formation of a new 500-man elite fighting unit called the United States Redneck Special Forces (USRSF). These mostly Southern boys will be dropped off into Iraq and will be given only the following facts about terrorists:
1. The season opened today.
2. There is no limit.
3. They taste just like chicken.
4. They don’t like beer, pickups, country music, or Jesus.
5. They are directly responsible for the death of Dale Earnhardt.
The Pentagon expects the problem in Iraq to be over by Friday. Applications are available at your local Wal-Mart sporting goods counter.
rock and roll!!!
jmh
a long and winding road
at any rate, on sunday morning the brown eyed girl tried to get a book off the bottom self of one of my bookcases. she heard a snap in one of her hips. a hip that’s an artificial joint. it was a painful snap. but things worked themselves out of the initial pain deal as had the others.
though she was worried and called her orthopod in l.a. they spoke on the phone and he told her if she was worried to come in today and he’d check her out. well, we woke up this morning and she felt ok. we cuddled a bit and it snapped again. yeah, just a cuddle for a bit. so we went in to downtown l.a to see her doc.
she felt fine but as an old hand at this deal she’d packed a small bag. just in case. her doc is one, if not the finest, joint replacement docs in the whole damn world. they took some x-rays and he had her up on the table and messed around a bit with her hip. of course, it popped again. painfully. she got it to go back to an unpainful position but the doc said, we need to fix it.
long story short, she is still at the hospital and goes in for surgery tomorrow in order to replace a defective part of the hip joint. a semi sorta not so major operation according to her doc. but none the less surgery.
i’ve sorta touched upon the brown eyed girl’s problems in the past. she’s a victim of childhood rheumatoid arthritis. she’s had numerous operations on various joints and or other stuff in her life. though the past few years she’s been somewhat lucky in that regard. today, another of her docs called her a fighter and a tough lady. she is indeed that.
she is also the love of my life. yeah, i’ve had a few. but she’s different. i’ve stated here before if i had met her long ago in her ‘window’ of opportunity we would have had a number of kids. i stand by that statement today.
i love her dearly even with all of her problems. she is the one for me and thankfully i’m the one for her. that is if i don’t fuck shit up at some point. yeah, well…i have no intention doing so.
ok. so here’s the deal. i’m not sure when i’ll be back here on any sort of regular basis. i have other needs now. as does the brown eyed girl. for sure i’ll let you know how things go tomorrow. there should be no problems but a prayer to the deity of your choice would be much appreciated. thanks.
jmh
