Mudcat Café message #302770 The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #14194   Message #302770
Posted By: Naemanson
21-Sep-00 - 10:55 PM
Thread Name: Sgt.Kat and Her Howling Mudcat Commandos
Subject: RE: Sgt.Kat and Her Howling Mudcat Commandos
In the meantime, in a small town in southern Maine a tourist agent was fast talking Naemanson into what he called the finest of tourist locations.

"Afghanistan!" He sighed in envy at the prospect, "Is one of the best places to go at this time of year! The mountains are spectacular, the valleys are beautiful, the dollar is worth a lot more than the, ru.. lir... pes... whatever their currency is!" His eyes lit up, "And the girls! They love Americans!" He leered at the young provincial. "When you get off the plane you'll be mobbed by young beautiful willing women!"

Naemanson looked doubtful. "Didn't they have a war or something out there?" He screwed up his face trying to think. "I thought the Russians were oppressing the people or something."

"Oh that was years ago, son," The travel agent sneered. "Just sign on the dotted line and you are off for the ride of your life."

Five days later Naemanson was more than doubtful as the plane swayed and bucked in the turbulence. He clutched the ring in the ceiling, bracing his feet, and trying not to step in the goat manure that littered the floor. A chicken fluttered by chased by a screaming old woman waving a hatchet. One of the planes four propellors was obviously non functional but the crew did not appear alarmed. One of them approached him with something that looked like a back pack. Despite his protests the began to strap it on his back. When he shouted a question they just pointed at his ticket and then at the floor. Prying his fingers from the ring they herded him towards the open door and out into the bottomless black night....