Well. The day has finally come. My dear, dear friends (“the weirdos” as Phinn lovingly refers to them) have departed Bagram. SuziQ, Yank, and you two boys too: miss you already … immensely! Alicia and I went to Rock band night early because we both decided that the other could not continue to sit in the respective rooms and cry all night.
So, we met at the 4-corners and somberly trudged the familiar path to the 8-Ball. We reminisced about all the silly things we were going to miss about those two crazy cucamungas. The country night dancing and how Yank always said i was a terrible dancer even though deep inside she really thought that I was the best two stepper she’s ever had the privilege to two step with. The way SuziQ’s gorgeous chestnut eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lights of the Green Bean. *sigh* Criekey (it’s spelled with a “y”) we’re really gonna miss ya’ll … I am really going to miss you.
When we got to Rock Band night, everyone there knew something was wrong and I was forced to relay the devastating news to all the other weirdo friends who were gathered there. “Friends.”, I began. “Friends, a great travesty has taken place this eve. Our dear, dear friends SuziQ and Yank have been taken from us.” A hush quelled the rooms normal excited din as I continued, “It is a sad, sad day for us all. But we must persevere. For there will be no honor in their memory if we allow our grief to stricken us tonight. Tonight; of all nights … Rock Band night.” As I concluded, a silent tear fell glistening from every cheek to the dusty floor. Then someone began playing Bon Jovi’s, “Living on a Prayer”.
In memorium of our departed comrades who will be forced to enjoy New Years Eve with alcohol in Manas, Alicia and I decided that a fitting first song for the band must be chosen. One that would properly relay the mood of the evening. “Leaving on a Jet Plane” and “Should I Stay or Should I Go” were both quickly banished from the options for obvious reasons and so we settled on “Damnit” by Blink 182. In retrospect, I am sure that it was a terrible choice considering the song’s lyrics but it made us feel better to yell out a song we knew by heart. Then it was time to sign the band up on the set list. As I placed ink to paper it suddenly occurred to me that our band, “Chocolate Broccoli” was suddenly and irreverently devoid of any broccoli. As another tear streamed its way across my meloncholy face, I turned to Alicia and asked, “What shall we call ourselves now?” What indeed. How can we continue the charade of chocolate covered broccoli florets when there were clearly no florets to speak of?! And so it was decided by Caramel and I (Chocolate) that we would be known as “The Band With no Broccoli”; a fitting tribute to our departed band mates.
SuziQ. Yankee. If you read this, know that we miss you tons and tons and you’d better have a grand time in BOTH Manas and B’More or we’ll be mad that you left us for substandard entertainment.
Yank – Tell your mom .. and brother .. I said what’s up.
SuziQ – Aku cinta kamu; melihat anda di eropa ;o)
Yank says, “i miss you both. Tony, pretty soon you’ll be my new daddy”
my love, as we sit in our dayroom, surrounded by chips and chocolate and snacks of all sorts, we miss you desperately. this place would be so much better if you were here lovely.
we miss you so much!
yay you didn’t tag this one as ‘fart’ – you must really miss us!
yeah i didnt put fart in there cause i know you dont like farts so much.
Yank said to tell you that she’s eating chocolate in memory of you
she’s eating me?!