Spies Like You
By Eli Wallace, Nov 20th, 2009Strangest thing in the world. For some random reason, I couldn't stop thinking about my Mom today. This is one of the few pictures I still have of her now. She better be okay. Are you guys taking good care of her, Millbarge? (I hope you don't mind that I named you. I thought it was an appropriate guess. I always picture you as Dan Aykroyd, sitting in a cluttered room in the basement of the Pentagon.) I'm just saying that the military better be living up to their end of the bargain. My sanity in exchange for her health. It's kind of funny, really: she's getting the best medical care from some of the best doctors on the planet, and I'm stuck on a ship that barely has enough headache medicine to take the edge off of bullet wounds. ... "Doctor, Doctor. Doctor, Doctor." Hahaha. Gets me every time.
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