This is my brother Pokey. This is my brother Pokey in his attire in Afghanistan.
My brother is a news reporter, and a very good one. His current assignment finds him in the thick of things where he is actually close enough to hear explosions and the like. This past week, if you read the headlines, makes for a tired group of reporters all bunkered down in a camp where wedding gunfire (as is their custom) is sprayed into the air in celebration. I would guess that's like painting a series of rings on your chest and yelling I'm right here!
The sound of gunfire alone would keep me in a corner grabbing my heels crying, but hearing a suicide bomb go off resulting in injury to a Canadian soldier and having to cover the story in a cool proffesional manner, would be beyond my realm of comfort.
This is my brother Pokey. This is my brother pokey as I look forward to seeing him very soon. Safe in the company of loved ones, far from the people who would do him and his peers harm.
I know this is usually a comedic blog, but I am proud of this SOB (which makes me a SOB), and I look forward to pubbing in downtown Montreal soon listening as he recounts yet another formidable tale of adventure abroad. Good on ya man!
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