Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Another wartime Christmas? Tet offensive? The Battle of the Bulge? Looking up from Iraq on TV, I can’t help thinking about those poor dumb bastards in France in WW1, the idiot grunts, Brit and German, who climbed out of their trenches, kicked a soccer ball around, toasted each other in gin and schnapps, and whatever else they had to hand, sang Silent Night, and then some bloody officer in polished boots blew a whistle, and they all went back to slaughter-as-usual. We used to get regaled of that story in school as though it was something good. The mind boggles.

CRYPTIQUEDrive on, it don’t fucking matter.

The secret word is Conifer

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