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Perspective is an interesting thing. I present as evidence this joke found on an Iraqi’s blog. (edited for grammar)

An old Arab lived close to New York City for more than 40 years. He would have loved to plant potatoes in his garden, but he is alone, old and weak. His son is in college in Paris, so the old man sends him an e-mail. He explains the problem: “Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can’t plant potatoes in my garden. I am sure, if only you were here, you would help and dig up the garden for me, I love you, Your Father”

The following day, the old man receives a response e-mail from his son: “Beloved Father, please don’t touch the garden. It’s there that I have hidden ‘the THING’. I love you too,” Ahmed

At 4 PM the US Army, The Marines, the FBI, the CIA and the Rangers visit the house of the old man, take the whole garden apart, search every inch, but can’t find anything. Disappointed, they leave the house.

A day later, the old man receives another e-mail from his son. “Beloved Father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes. That’s all I could do for you from here. I love you, Ahmed.”

Perspective. It colors everything we do, and everything we are.



Haha! That is pretty good! :)


I thought so.

Marinade Dave

That’s a funny one. I’m going to send it to my brother, the AF captain, who returned from Iraq recently.

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