Skip to content
  • Categories
  • Recent
  • Tags
  • Popular
  • World
  • Users
  • Groups
Skins
  • Light
  • Cerulean
  • Cosmo
  • Flatly
  • Journal
  • Litera
  • Lumen
  • Lux
  • Materia
  • Minty
  • Morph
  • Pulse
  • Sandstone
  • Simplex
  • Sketchy
  • Spacelab
  • United
  • Yeti
  • Zephyr
  • Dark
  • Cyborg
  • Darkly
  • Quartz
  • Slate
  • Solar
  • Superhero
  • Vapor

  • Default (No Skin)
  • No Skin
Collapse
Code Project
CODE PROJECT For Those Who Code
  • Home
  • Articles
  • FAQ
Community
  1. Home
  2. Other Discussions
  3. The Back Room
  4. little cricket (not the sport)

little cricket (not the sport)

Scheduled Pinned Locked Moved The Back Room
questioncom
3 Posts 2 Posters 2 Views 1 Watching
  • Oldest to Newest
  • Newest to Oldest
  • Most Votes
Reply
  • Reply as topic
Log in to reply
This topic has been deleted. Only users with topic management privileges can see it.
  • J Offline
    J Offline
    Jeremy Falcon
    wrote on last edited by
    #1

    This is an email from my brother in the army at Afghanistan (well, about to be Qatar). It turns out our main local paper[^] for southern Louisiana will be publishing it. Despite its religious slant at the end I also think its worth sharing. ================================================== Last night about midnight, while I was walking back from the showers, I heard a peculiar sound. A single cricket was off in a bush somewhere making his cricket noise. I didn’t notice it at first, growing up in Louisiana you learn to ignore the sound of crickets, but after a minute I realized how unusual that sound really was. Afghanistan has no crickets. At least it’s not supposed to. I remember when I first arrived how strange it seemed that the nights were completely silent. I wondered how it was that he ended up here in Kandahar, and can only guess that he came with the Army. I imagined for a moment that back on some Army base somewhere in the states, he was just hoping along one day and came upon a big green army truck. Maybe it was raining and he wanted to get dry. Whatever the reason, I assume he must have just hoped right on without a care in the world. What he didn’t know, was that truck was in line to be loaded onto a C-17 jet, and before he knew it, that truck was rolled on and locked up. 19 hours later, the doors open, and he just hops right back off the way he hoped on, but now… Now the little cricket is on the other side of the world. Far be it from his little mind to even begin to possibly understand what just happened, where he’s at, or how he got here, he just hops up to the first bush he can find, and starts chirping again. That must be the part where I came in. Damp and smelling like the Lever 2000 my Mom mailed me; I just stand there for a minute. I was just wondering why that little cricket would bother chirping now. I know that he can tell he’s all alone out here in this silent night. There is no other noise out there to compete with his. There is no chance that some female cricket will just happen to hop along, be enchanted by his masculine cricket symphony, and be so entranced that she hops right into his waiting arms. And so I wonder for a bit, “Why does he bother?” If anything the noise he makes will only alert large spiders and birds of prey that a new lunch is in town. Why all the risk for nothing? You could say it’s because he’s stupid. I mean,

    P 1 Reply Last reply
    0
    • J Jeremy Falcon

      This is an email from my brother in the army at Afghanistan (well, about to be Qatar). It turns out our main local paper[^] for southern Louisiana will be publishing it. Despite its religious slant at the end I also think its worth sharing. ================================================== Last night about midnight, while I was walking back from the showers, I heard a peculiar sound. A single cricket was off in a bush somewhere making his cricket noise. I didn’t notice it at first, growing up in Louisiana you learn to ignore the sound of crickets, but after a minute I realized how unusual that sound really was. Afghanistan has no crickets. At least it’s not supposed to. I remember when I first arrived how strange it seemed that the nights were completely silent. I wondered how it was that he ended up here in Kandahar, and can only guess that he came with the Army. I imagined for a moment that back on some Army base somewhere in the states, he was just hoping along one day and came upon a big green army truck. Maybe it was raining and he wanted to get dry. Whatever the reason, I assume he must have just hoped right on without a care in the world. What he didn’t know, was that truck was in line to be loaded onto a C-17 jet, and before he knew it, that truck was rolled on and locked up. 19 hours later, the doors open, and he just hops right back off the way he hoped on, but now… Now the little cricket is on the other side of the world. Far be it from his little mind to even begin to possibly understand what just happened, where he’s at, or how he got here, he just hops up to the first bush he can find, and starts chirping again. That must be the part where I came in. Damp and smelling like the Lever 2000 my Mom mailed me; I just stand there for a minute. I was just wondering why that little cricket would bother chirping now. I know that he can tell he’s all alone out here in this silent night. There is no other noise out there to compete with his. There is no chance that some female cricket will just happen to hop along, be enchanted by his masculine cricket symphony, and be so entranced that she hops right into his waiting arms. And so I wonder for a bit, “Why does he bother?” If anything the noise he makes will only alert large spiders and birds of prey that a new lunch is in town. Why all the risk for nothing? You could say it’s because he’s stupid. I mean,

      P Offline
      P Offline
      paulb
      wrote on last edited by
      #2

      oh great! not only do you bring syphillis and bubonic plague and whatever else filthy yankee diseases to the poor people of Afganistan now you've brought in locusts to destory what little crops they had left. Nice going!

      J 1 Reply Last reply
      0
      • P paulb

        oh great! not only do you bring syphillis and bubonic plague and whatever else filthy yankee diseases to the poor people of Afganistan now you've brought in locusts to destory what little crops they had left. Nice going!

        J Offline
        J Offline
        Jeremy Falcon
        wrote on last edited by
        #3

        So tell me, how does it feel to be an idiot? Jeremy Falcon "so be it, threaten no more, to secure peace is to prepare for war" - Metallica

        1 Reply Last reply
        0
        Reply
        • Reply as topic
        Log in to reply
        • Oldest to Newest
        • Newest to Oldest
        • Most Votes


        • Login

        • Don't have an account? Register

        • Login or register to search.
        • First post
          Last post
        0
        • Categories
        • Recent
        • Tags
        • Popular
        • World
        • Users
        • Groups