Bumper sticker, seafood and chicken

I am currently hanging out with Sammy and the rest of my cohorts for the last time as a Wisconsin Guard soldier. Tomorrow, I will turn my equipment in and say goodbye to the life of uniform. Yesterday, my soldiers bought me dinner at a very nice restaurant in Madison. I ate something I can’t pronounce and washed it down with the house Merlot.

Today, I met with our new commander, whom I respect immensely. You may recall seeing his name in the news. He adopted an Iraqi child who suffers from cerebral palsy. His efforts to adopt is new Iraqi son was well covered by the media. Here’s a Journal Sentinel article. (you might have to register to read).

After drill, Sammy and I left to grab some chow. On the way, we came across a pizza delivery vehicle with this bumper sticker: “How many Iraqi children per gallon do you get for your SUV?” Immediately outraged, Sammy and I called the pizza place demanding to speak with the manager. I asked the man if he found it appropriate to have such messages affiliated with his fine establishment. He said no, but to be honest, he didn’t sound too sincere.

I topped the night off with a Peruvian meal that was loaded with seafood. After eating half the mountain of chow, I realized I wasn’t looking at the food I was shoveling into my mouth. At first look, it appeared I was eating uncooked chicken.

“Ma’am is this chicken?”

“No. It’s fish.”

I felt like a moron, and ate it anyway.