Monday, January 19, 2015

Rat Rat

Rat Rat

It is a story that might even be true.

On a nice balmy and even Sunday day in Okinawa at the Lieutenants quarters a big oriental rat was running down the hall that connected all the rooms in the BOQ (bachelor officer’s quarters).

So somebody yelled rat rat, and most went out into the hall with boots on to stomp the rat to death. 

And somebody eventually connected, and there was blood and guts everywhere.

So in the end, peace returned, albeit with the now dead rat in the hall.

The cleanup/policing up occurred a little later.

And we Americans went back to whatever we were doing at the time of the event.

Peace had returned.

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