THE WAR............dirt clod armageddon............

Some of my most memorable childhood moments come from the period of time when i was between the ages of 6 and 9.......it was a more innocent time(never thought i'd hear myself say that about the 70's)and i was given alot of freedom to roam the neighborhood.......especially during the summer....i spent alot of time in my back yard anyway........it was a big back yard.........it wasn't fenced.........it was separated from the backyard of the adjoining house by a shallow ditch.......

One summer day, we brewed up a war..........the kids from the next street over versus me, my sister, Hank(you remember him from the Captain America post,right?), and few other kids from neighboring houses.......it was the dirt clod fight to end all dirt clod fights.........they rained from the sky and exploded on impact.......at some point, i found myself out of position,dirt clods exploding off of the small pine tree i was using for cover.....i decided to retreat for better cover......i turned to run..........this is where one of the future sociopaths on the opposing army chose his spot.......ignoring all the rules and regulations of dirtclod wars(ie. no throwing rocks,etc.)this assmonkey threw a brick.............it hit me flush on the back at the shoulderblade......i wasn't wearing a shirt........it left a perfectly brick-shaped abrasion on my back, including the 3 holes down the center......it hurt like a sonuvabitch........i ran into the house crying........

Mom promptly put an abrupt end to the dirtclod war........

Rock it like a battle wounded veteran......tell your kids to request cover fire before you retreat.........

Stak