On Assignment With Beautiful Women On A Desert Island

  

 

Every once in a while I am drawn away from my award winning (it’s amazing the certificates of achievement you can print off the Internet);

highly respected (it’s amazing how much better my writing looks to strangers after I buy them four or five drinks at the bar);

and distributed worldwide (hey, it not called the World Wide Web for nothing),

global adventure humor story writing.

For the past few days I have been on a special assignment involving military cargo planes and numerous troops.

Given the current situation I am not at liberty–as I’m sure all you true patriots will understand–to disclose my location or special assignment, I can say that we are spreading some real slick material from the sky.

Let’s just say the people on the ground that we are dumping on are pretty hot and it’s our job to cool things down.

And sometimes it just gets messy.

But please don’t worry about your intrepid journalist as I have avoided life-threatening risks to my well being, at least so far.

That is if you don’t count the paper cut.

And they hurt like heck.

I should be back in country within a few days, but given the aforementioned not-to-be-discussed situation, it could be a couple of months.

                     

If things get stretched out I will make every effort to sneak out some special reports from the rear.

 

And that’s where it really gets messy.