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Feb. 2nd, 2005 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somedaybitcha toy soldier tells the story in his own words.
heh
24 January 2005: The interrogators were relentless. But I gave them only my name, rank, and UPC code.
They mocked my fear. "It better here than American prison, yes? We read all about atrocities performed on Iraqi action figure POWs."
"What happened at the Island of Misfit Toys," I hissed, "was not policy. That was just some crazy rogue reindeer, screwing around unsupervised. Santa Claus will still be confirmed by 75-80 votes in the Senate."
As I huddle in the shoebox that will soon define the four corners of my world, my thoughts turn to my wife, Barbie; my brother, Fireman Rescue Hero; and my son, Lego Luke Skywalker. I must be strong for them.
heh
