What in Hell Doc?

[Black Bugs]

This is the B pool? But I said that. I am the best player on the worst
team and the worst player on the best team. Victory depends on me.

I mean, where do 'you' put the teacher? With those that know and are
trained? No, no, the teacher resides with the best team. Afterall this
topics discipline is about attachment to me.

But when the trenches are filled, I am just a guy in the trench
holding a gun. I do not give commands, I do not give orders. You are
here with me and thus my duty is complete. Besides I have generals for
that other stuff.

And when the trumpet sounds, and we are compelled to rise in the face
of all odds, i too will likely piss myself and cry, but therein is the
secret, my fellow man, I have the stuf that jumps out from in cover
and charges the enemy rather than one who is paraylized with fear...
and they, my fellow man, can be found on both sides of the right.

You see, it is a well known fact that most kills in an ambush
situation are men shot in the back running away from the ambush. In
Canada, we are trained to tuen into the attack, to turn the ship into
the storm and charge head on. Statistically speaking it really is your
best chance of survival.

See Renli? You read me becasue, in the end of it all, I am interesting
and entertaining and certainly have grib on the topic.

Now as far as my real life goes. I was ambushed. But again, falling
back on the training, I charge the ambushers cutting the distance and
time between us while they are trying to fall back.

But unfortunately, due to the Illuminti theory of the S.N.A.F.U., I
was killed due to a lack of proper or damaged lines of communication
in the field regarding my file... but continued to fight and, just
like red rover, having broken their line, the real war began.

You see, then the ambushers have one choice. If they turn to take me
on, my men approaching become the ambushers shooting them in the back,
if they stick with my men, then I become the ambusher shooting them in
the back.

Thus they are pinned between me and my men. A cross fire. We do not
take prisoners. The wages of sin is death. They knew what they were
getting into, I properly identified myself, I provided authentication
after authentication and proof of confidential knowledge and training.

Like some of these masons assholes. o am sure that there is a line
somewhere that a man desprate enough may try. Someone like Gary. He
might try to mystify the crowd by saying that he is me in my next life
and that if I kill him I will destroy myself...

I will take my chances prick.

Cheers!
Tim