Skip to main content

A Farmer... Or a Poet

     Hey, everyone. I have had the opportunity this evening to play some more of the excellent shooter game titled Modern Combat 4: Zero Hour. I'd like to say thanks to Gameloft for making this game in such a way that a casual gamer such as myself can actually play and enjoy it, rather than getting stuck early on. I have had a ball with it. At the moment, I am on the rooftops of Barcelona, Spain, (Not Pictured above) in a pitched battle with the terrorists who have kidnapped a dignitary. This is in the 6th Chapter out of 12.
      I believe that this is about as much fun as I have had with an IOS game. As much fun as the law allows, as my Dad would say. I did have a cool moment, earlier in the evening, that I'd like to share with you guys. It happened while I was pinned down on a street in Seattle, Washington. Crouching, I was reflecting on the difficulty of my situation. A sniper above me, radar showing a group of the enemy spread out to the fore, no grenades. I couldn't really see the bunch of bad guys due to their distance and cover.
      I was suddenly reminded of one of my favorite movies, and actors, of all time. In The Rock with Sean Connery and Nicholas Cage, the two were involved in a military action on Alcatraz. Cage's character asked Connery's character if he got used to the killing. To which the old warrior replied something like this.
" In retrospect, I'd rather have been a farmer... or a poet." I thought this was a great line. The soldier is normally typecast as an ignorant, macho guy instead of a learned man, a reflective man.
      As I crouched behind a wrecked and twisted car and plotted my assault on a superior force, a grim smile played upon my lips. Softly I said, "In retrospect, I'd rather have been a farmer... or a poet."
    My wife was sitting across the room, playing a puzzle game. She glanced at me with a puzzled look and smiled tolerantly. Did she remember the movie or the line? I doubt it. If she had said something about there being $200 in the Bible in her room, I would have indeed freaked out.
     From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The White Chicken Mystery

    The other night I happened to come home very late. It was the middle of the night and I was driving up a steep mountain road. Near the top I saw something white in my headlights. It was standing in the other lane, standing very still. It was a large white chicken. It was probably a rooster because I thought I could see his comb as I whizzed by at my customary pace. He never moved a muscle. This is weird, don't you think?      After a couple of days to consider this phenomenon, I have come up with some plausible answers for his bizarre behavior. 1. He was conflicted whether or not he should cross the road. 2. He was feeling cocky and decided to play chicken with the traffic. 3.He was being hen-pecked at home and had decided to end it all. 4. Someone had egged him on to do it. 5. He had just watched the movie Fantastic Four and decided to try to stop a truck the way that Ben Grimm did on the bridge. 6. He had driven himself crazy wondering if ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Egg Art

     Hey, everyone. One of the odd customs in America is the Easter Egg Hunt. Here at the Green Retreat, we do a hunt every Spring. I just ran across some of the pictures from this years hunt and it is obvious that an artist had sneaked into our midst. The orange egg is a rendering of one of the Angry Birds of gaming lore. If I were a bird and had to pass an egg that size, I would be angry too. Ha, ha.      We typically will dye about 10 dozen eggs and people get quite creative with their quotes and colors, as you can see. Many of the eggs are a bit risque for these pages. After having a few laughs, we hide the eggs. All of them are never found, which is cool. It is amusing to see old men (me) and all ages of folks, walking around with a basket on their arm. Some of the hiding spots are dastardly. Like eggs hidden in the guttering downspouts and ten foot up a tree. The kids are perhaps the most devious at hiding the colorful orbs, goi...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Biscuit

    Hey, everyone. What a relief that Christmas is over, huh? I don't think it was meant to be the way it is.     I started thinking about the so-called good 'ole days today. My wife says that at her house, they would take a left-over biscuit and shine their shoes before church. I one-upped her by saying, "Oh, yeah? I ate the biscuit when everyone got finished with it. And I was grateful for it." Truly, though, you can and people did, shine their shoes with a biscuit. Hey, they were greasy little buggers.     Speaking of greasy little buggers, I remember when everyone had wells and were very conservative about water, particularly those of us who had to crank a handle up and down to get a bucket of water. There was no daily bath. (No showers in those days, mate.) About twice a week we took a bath and here's the recipe: The oldest kid took a bath first, then the next oldest etc. You can see why younger siblings hated the older. Bathing in the...
Post a Comment
Read more