Another day in the war

The New Year arrived, 1967. At midnight, flares popped all over the perimeter -- parachute flares that hung in the quiet air, star clusters that arced into the dark sky and then rained green and red and white comets. The celebration lasted about five minutes, then a voice of angry authority was on the command net.

"All Comanche elements, this is Comanche Three. All unauthorized firing will cease immediately! Echo Six, Foxtrot Six, Golf Six and Hotel Six will determine who is firing the flares and will take appropriate disciplinary action. Out."

A few seconds later, another voice on the radio: "Well, Happy Motherfuckin New Year to you too. Over."

Comanche Three did not reply.

The times were not a'changing

Mick Jagger randoming through a What? Oh. And later in a garden meeting with a journalist, a bishop and two other men (women did not matter then, except as … ) Anyway, the older dudes and Jagger meandering through various speechifications on setting a good example for teenagers and other yoots. And they all go about their talkings as though it really means a damn.

http://wn.com/Bishop_of_Woolwich