The Hangman Cometh

One of the regular  members of our blog team, N2L, ponders the significance of the Hussein executuon, and recalls a hot summer day in the Philippines. A great read. Here's an excerpt, and a link to the rest.

Pondering the big news story of the day, Saddams pending, and long
overdue demise, I am reminded of an event I experienced in 1974, while
stationed at Clark AB, in Angeles City, Republic of the Philippine Islands.

It was a sweltering day, during the dry season. I shared a two
bedroom apartment with my best friend, and our girlfriends, who were
sisters. The apartment had no air conditioning, we only used fans, and
it didn’t bother us much, except in the middle of the afternoon, when
the equatorial Sun shown straight down on our corrugated metal roof.

I had been sleeping, after arriving home at around 7:30a.m., from
working a graveyard shift. The heat made it uncomfortable to sleep, so
I got up to get something cold to drink, with the intent of going back
to bed, after making a few phone calls. I got my glass of iced tea,
turned on the television, and sat back in the rattan couch, with two
fans on high speed. There was a TV station broadcasting out of Manila,
about ninety miles south, that always had a good American Western movie
on at about 1p.m. I don’t recall the movie, only that it was very good,
and I had never seen it before. I became lost in the morality play, a
sleep deprived mind, and personal thoughts. Then something happened,
that I did not expect(who could?), and it altered my perspective on
where I was, how I conducted myself, and just what a tyrrant was
capable of.

 

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