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Outstanding story George! An experience like that might have gone to a lesser man’s head. Every whim catered to: directions from Sam himself, free drinks, smokes and transportation for the asking. Not to mention that the transport was aboard the most noble beast in creation (by function). No wonder you felt like a king. I’m glad you didn’t (I assume) become addicted to the camel life and run amok for several years like Wilfred Thesiger and T. E. Lawrence. I forget which, but one sex of the camels will if necessary keep going until truly done, then stop and die, of thirst usually. Sounds quite Delta-like to me.
I take your improved ambulation and abstention from opioids (gotta make use of my SAT words) as a positive sign.
I’ll have to go back and read the previous installments, they must span at least one two around the sun already.
Looking forward to the next.
Yay! No crutches! I can see rapid (albeit very small) circles coming up very soon!
Brandon M!
I actually left my crutches behind today as I went on a DeliverFund mission planning and target execution. I was horrified that I was without them… but actually fared quite well, and even skipped taking Oxycodone this morning.
No wanton encounters with exotic women took place on this adventure… save the near hit with the Kurdish woman in Marrakech. At the time I was worried that she was part of the play of the problem. When I found out that she was legit, I have ever since tried to convince myself that had I gone out with her, I would have been robbed and killed.
I could happen…
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Ron M, buddy!
You’ll read about the test fire of those flint locks and won’t be so impressed with my legendary baffoonery… hey, but I always mean well!
Much respect, Sir
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