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triadruidJust woke up from a rather grim little dream; I was one of three Iraq War soldiers traveling cross-country (possibly to Dragon*Con before redeployment) and met up with a fellow riding his bike on the road with his German Shepherd by his side... someone was lost (I originally thought it was the guy) so we whipped out an atlas and our Elite Orienteering Skillz and got him going in the right direction and us in the wrong. So we turned back around, rode back up the road the hour or two to get things sorted out, and the guy was still on the road, riding his bike.
For some reason I'm not clear on, he started to get into a scuffle with us. Turns out he was apparently Muslim or Arabic, and pissed off about the war. That little kerfluffle ended with tempers escalating, us trying to leave and him siccing his dog on us, and having to shoot the dog. Damn.
Of course, then it gets worse; we speed forward to report this to the authorities, and see a police officer who has just finished writing someone a ticket. We pull up behind her car, wait for her to finish, and try to get her attention (without alarming her, of course). Only then do we realize that somehow the guy on the bike has gotten there ahead of us, and is explaining things from his perspective from the front seat of the car...and he's a local boy.
I woke up about the point we were getting ready for trial, and reading the newspapers, thinking "They've got it all wrong... or do they?"
Yeah, that made about as much sense as Shoot 'Em Up yesterday in the theater, but a hell of a lot less enjoyable...
For some reason I'm not clear on, he started to get into a scuffle with us. Turns out he was apparently Muslim or Arabic, and pissed off about the war. That little kerfluffle ended with tempers escalating, us trying to leave and him siccing his dog on us, and having to shoot the dog. Damn.
Of course, then it gets worse; we speed forward to report this to the authorities, and see a police officer who has just finished writing someone a ticket. We pull up behind her car, wait for her to finish, and try to get her attention (without alarming her, of course). Only then do we realize that somehow the guy on the bike has gotten there ahead of us, and is explaining things from his perspective from the front seat of the car...and he's a local boy.
I woke up about the point we were getting ready for trial, and reading the newspapers, thinking "They've got it all wrong... or do they?"
Yeah, that made about as much sense as Shoot 'Em Up yesterday in the theater, but a hell of a lot less enjoyable...
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