What a Waste!

One of my many funny memories of when I dressed up and played little green army man was the reaction of local commanders when they were about to be visited by their bosses. Rocks would get painted, sidewalks scrubbed, and utilities that had been broken for weeks would get fixed. This past week has been a bit of this scene revisited. If you walked too slowly around camp, you were liable to get a coat of paint slopped onto your boots. Dinner tonight took the cake; if it hadn't been so pathetic, it would have been comical. In the middle of a city that hasn't seen peace for over three decades and the average household income is $800 PER YEAR, there was shrimp cocktail, frilly table clothes, and name tags for the VIPs. Even the kitchen staff was forced to dress up in white linen shirts complete with white gloves. The whole affair has really frosted my Wheaties.