Wednesday 4/16/03. 1:00 p.m.
The fog of war sometimes gets a little grungy. Today a helicopter crew hoisted me from the deck of a moving ship and all went swimmingly. However, after we departed the scene, en route to an aircraft carrier, one of the guys on the chopper decided to pitch a semi-used plate of chili out the cargo door. I asked the Lieutenant Commander sitting next to me—the two of us got chili-ized pretty bad—if you could get a purple heart for getting hit by a rapidly flying chili bean. He replied “No way Jose.”

< Back <