about halfway thru-witherspoon/wood's mission --- so around june 15 - 2010 -- general petraeus visited afghanistan from irak -- nobody knew at this point that mcchyrstal-meth would be fired by the commander in chief obama due to some rolling stone article --- petraeus was just visitng for general affairs of duty...
at one point, a scottish field captain, accustomed to continual combat, from both years in afghanistan and also in irak approached the general's office....
'captain machamish, how are you? take a sit,' he said, shaking the captain's hand
'thank you sir,' said machamish in a strong scottish accent.... two colonels stood behind machamish - both american soldiers, african-american as fate had it.......
'what can i do you for? say, won't you the captain in charge of the joint skirmish last april in the south, the one that led to over 100 kills with zero civilian casualties?'
'sir, yessir, that was me,' said the scottish captain, he was too tired, having been awake for the past 30 hours with no more than a handful of 5 minute naps, hence he had no energy for egotistical displays neither of bashfulness, humility, nor pride and head-swelling
'well that was some excellent soldiering! we're not authorized to give you a congressional medal of honor for your actions there but i can reward you with a mchappy meal i've flown in from irak today,'
'sir, that would be wonderful,'
'great, i'll have the colonels arrange it for you, what else can i do you for,' petraeus asked him
'ahhh aye,' said the Scotsman with the heavy scottish accent, 'sir,' said the scotsman, pouring himself a glass of whisky from petraeus' table, without asking first about it, 'you know, i'm one of the higher ranking officers that actually goes out regularly on combat missions... i've served 5 tours in irak and 3 in afghanistan... i enjoy combat and i consider myself a real soldier, a soldierer.... sir, i've come here to ask you that you allow the lads in the american 5th command unit to how the next 48hours off, effective immediately -- so that they can spend the time with my soldiers on R&R here in Kabul, in my expert opinion -- they would be better of for it -- many of them, like myself, have slept last than half an hour in the past 30 hours and have been busy in combat and occupying stressful positions physically for hours on end,'
'sir, the final decision would lie with general mcchrystal, this is his theatre,' said petraeus as he rose from his desk to usher the scottish captain away -- the scot, finished his drink and took to his feet -- petraeus now by his side put a hand on his shoulder and said:
'but between me and you, nudge, nudge, wink, wink!' said the general and tousled the scottish captain's here playfully --- the scot in turn, smiled broadly and took to his heels to leave --- petraeus sealing the deal with a playful and solid smack to the Scottish Captain's bottom as he left
as the Scot left the office, the two African-American colonels --- full Africans, darker than the night sky, ejaculated: 'top that! rrrrrrrrrrrruf!' and leapt at eachother's chests with chests protruding and slammed into eachother's chests at full-speed in mid-air
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