Witches of War
“You know the routine, Kyle.”
“Don’t worry. I got your
back, brother.”
“I never do, Kyle.” I lie
still in my hole and roll the bullet around in my left hand. I search for the
sniper’s energy, his vibrations. My mind hears nothing. I smell nothing.
Nothing matters but the bullet in my hand. Ah, there he is. Now I can get into his
head and read his mind like a book, like an instruction manual on how to kill
him. Now I know how to defeat him. The bullet has betrayed him. The bullet he
used on us, I shall use against him.
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YM: Well, look around you old man. Do you see God here?
OM: Of-coarse I see God here.
YM: Where old man? Show me God, I have looked for that son-of-a-bitch all my life. And guess what. He was never there, the Almighty Savior has abandoned me and that’s why I stand here on this bridge railing thinking that the nothingness of death would be better than the pain of life.
OM: So much anger in such a short time here on earth. What has made you so bitter, my son?
YM: I am not your son, nor kid, nor buddy! I tell you what has made me so bitter. Where do I start? Short time my ass! 19 years of hell old man and where was God all this time? Can’t answer that one can you?
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Dime Box
(Now a third man, Mohammed, walks into the bar. He joins Odin and Jesus. Before he gets to the table another man enters the bar. A very well dressed man wearing a fine suit. He to joins Odin and Jesus)
Lori: Show time. (walks back to the table) What will it be gentlemen?
Satan: (the man in the suit) Drambuie.
Lori: Sorry, sir, all we have is beer and wine.
Satan: Well, then, I shall have a beer my lady, but a warm one if you don’t mind.
Lori: Oh, you must be English.
Satan: No, but I have spent many years in the U. K.
Lori: One warm beer, and you honey?
Mohammed: Water. I don’t drink alcohol.
Odin: Jesus, what’s wrong with you, man?
Jesus: Yes, my son.