twitter google

Dispatches from the war on terror

MMA fighter Tim Kennedy continues to send dispatches from a mysterious unnamed war zone – sounds to me like he’s somewhere near the Pakistan border but who knows … most Middle Eastern backwoods (or rather back mountains) sound pretty similar past all the ethnic complications that make everyone want to kill eachother. The first two articles were about the most interesting things I’ve read from a fighter, and the third one is pretty good as well.

The key points: his tour of duty is almost over, and he really, really likes pomegranates. Like, to the point where he risked getting shot up in a hot zone so he could dig up and move a pomegranate tree back to his hut.

So there it is, in all its splendor, looking at me with its little green eyes, pretty much just pleading for someone to love it – to enjoy the fruit already waiting on it’s branches. There was no other course of action. I had to have it. I decided we (as in my entire team) were going to stop and transplant this gift from God away from this valley of murderers to my FOB (forward operating base). And that is exactly what we did. Yes, I was berated by my fellow soldiers who thought getting out of our vehicles at this juncture was near suicide, but I kept my eye on the prize. I knew that there was a greater good that had to be accomplished.

It didn’t take long for the story of my tree to spread. I wake up every morning, I walk over to MY pomegranate tree, water it, and check the fruits of my labor (pun intended). I have in the past few weeks enjoyed some of the most delicious arils my mouth has ever tasted. In case you don’t know, I’m from CA. The pomegranate is not indigenous to CA, but has been there long enough for me to claim it as a CA fruit. They’re a little taste of home. MY tree is outside my hut, and the unspoken rule is very clear – no one gets near it. I’m a pretty amicable guy outside the cage, but touch my tree and it will bring you a certain and painful death.

Here’s hoping Tim doesn’t get stop-lossed or anything. I’m looking forward to seeing him compete.