Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat… and all over Iraq, US troops will be tucked up in bed tonight, eyes pressed tight and hearts a-beating, hoping that on this most holy of nights they’ll be visited, just once, by a very special person… a person who brings joy to all… a person who, in the madness of war, seems so distant they can barely bring themselves to believe he really exists. But maybe… just maybe… if they wish really hard…
Ah. Perhaps they should have been more specific.
And on that note we proudly announce the Blogrot Christmas Caption Competition. Just post a comment with your heartfelt caption for the touching scene on the right, and the best one will win a personally signed certificate.
(Well, when I say “personally signed”…)
RUMSFELD: “This watch I got here was first purchased by your great-granddaddy…”
RUMSFELD: There you go soldier, $25 as we agreed. Now put your clothes on and keep this to yourself, y’understand?
Rumsfeld: “An autograph? Are you kidding? Not even the dead guys get one of those!”
SOLDIER: Will I ever walk again, Mr Rumsfeld?
RUMSFELD: That’s an unknown unknown, son.
Soldier: Do you like your army?
Rumsfeld: I look forward to seeing them in action.
Soldier: They’ll do their job well. I’ll guarantee it.
SOLDIER: …and this is the actual bullet they shot my cock off with.
RUMSFELD: Cool!
Soldier: Rums who?