Friday, January 21, 2005

The Triumphant Return of Goldberg Billmon 

So, I've been a bit MIA here this week, but Guth has been picking up the slack nicely, even honing in on my NFL playoffs posts. I've been busy, and then yesterday I was at a client at a nice suburban office park. About as close as I like my life to get to a David Brooks wet dream, and hopefully as close as it ever will.

In any event, it seems like the Legendary Billmon may or may not have come out of retirement with a string of posts using quotes to make historical analogies and whatnot. They're all pretty good, but this is my favorite for several reasons, none of which is that I have some special affection for Apocolypse Now. I don't, really. But this is good:
Sounds Like Victory

From where I sit in Iraq, things are not all bad right now. In fact, they are going quite well . . . In the distance, I can hear the repeated impacts of heavy artillery and five-hundred-pound bombs hitting their targets. The occasional tank main gun report and the staccato rhythm of a Marine Corps LAV or Army Bradley Fighting Vehicle's 25-millimeter cannon provide the bass line for a symphony of destruction.
Lt. Col. Tim Ryan
Tacoma News Tribune
January 18, 2005

You smell that? Do you smell that? That's napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell — you know that gasoline smell — the whole hill. It smelled like . . . victory.
Lt. Col. Bill Kilgore
Apocalypse Now

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