Wilson and I, and Ashley, were sitting outside our cabin when, we heard a screamin’ comin’ at us . . .
“They’re comin’.!!! The General’s comin’.!!!”
We all looked up to see one of the General’s men (we assumed) running down the road yellin’, “They’re comin’.!!! The General’s comin’.!!!”
The soldier made it to about 5 yards of us, and then collapsed. (We later learned that’s his ” M O “. And why he was subsequently name Marathon – Staff Sargeant Beauregard Marathon.)
(So, not to worry, he’s not dead, just “knocked out”, of sorts.)
(You could say he “lost his head”.) (But, you see, he’s known for that.)
Of course, I didn’t that at first, and rushed to the man. And Ashley ran off to get him some water.
Wilson then enlightened us to his peculiar “habits”. “Just let him alone for a moment, give ‘im some air, and he’ll be alright in a little while. ‘Marathon’ gets excited.” Wilson said.
“Okay. Good to know.” I replied. Then I turned to Wilson, “that’s really great news – the General’s comin’. And his men. Finally some news.”
“Wasn’t worried a bit.” added Wilson. “After all, it’s the General. He gets here when he gets there.”
I heard it, but, wasn’t sure I heard it right. But, I did hear it right. Ya have to have Wilson explain it. Then ya get it. It’s abstract. And ZEN.
“Now all we gotta do is wait for the Rossi brothers and the men to get back.”
The Lodge is lookin’ real good since all the snow has melted –
SPRING IS IN THE AIR.!!!
BSOT Ian
p.s. When all of Wilson’s Army is here, we’re gonna have “some kind of Summer Solstice Party”
me, the Dalai Lama & Jack Nicholson 