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In 1944, I Was Ordered to Go Spain - OCTOGENARIAN: Those Damn Kids

In 1944, I Was Ordered to Go Spain

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In 1944, I was ordered to go to Spain after five months of heavy fighting in eastern France.  I counted 35 kills in my personal quest to get to the Rhine but my fuck-ass superior officer thought I was 'over-zealous' in my hatred for strangers and told me to take a break from killing. 


My superior officer was a pussy - but I won't smear his name here - he was, after all, a decorated hero in the war to end all wars (WWI) and a valuable member of the super-duper war to end all wars (WWIl).  I think Captain Ralph "Ol' Pussy" Jackson (oops) would have been ashamed of himself if he actually thought the allies would win.  But I think he always thought the Nazis would win, so he hedged his bets.

We can only hope Ol' Pussy Jackson is burning in Hell now for being weak.  Though I don't think Satan would have much to do with him.  What does Satan need with pussy ass weak field commanders?

Anyway, I was ordered to go to SpainSouthern Spain.  The only thing I knew about southern Spain was nothing.  I knew they ate goat brains and pig feet but that was it. 

I wasn't expecting to see "La Trucha" (The Trout)La Truca was a flamenco dancer.  And she was the love of my life.  And I don't give a shit if Mrs. Aldrich reads this! 

I never knew a dance could seduce me so.  Once you are in "La Trucha's" grip you pretty much have to kill her to get out. I spent five glorious days with "the trout" and then I had to leave and kill more Nazis.  Ol' Pussy Jackson came to his senses and realized that the Nazis had to be killed.   La Trucha tried keep me with her by threatening my life with her high-heel nail-studded Flamenco shoes.  But I got away... yep... and I'm not saying what happened to La Trucha on that September night in 1944.

Fuck La Trucha!  She might have been a double agent for all I knew.  Fuck that bitch!  As long as Nazis are alive, I must kill them.  I would have killed La Trucha - the love of my life - if she were a Nazi.  I would kill my mother if she were a Nazi. ALL NAZIS MUST DIE!  Don't try to win me over with your flamenco crap.  It won't work!  SCREW YOU, LA TRUCHA!  No fish will defeat democracy!

I realize this has nothing to do with THOSE DAMN KIDS, but sometimes you have to kill others in order to kill yourself.  Capisce?

I'll talk at you next week...

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Lester Aldrich is a freelance columnist for Octogenarian MagazineManka Bros. Studios is not responsible for any action by our freelance writers.  If Mr. Aldrich actually kills someone, that's his problem. Manka Bros. cannot be held accountable.

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About Lester Aldrich

Lester Aldrich - Those Damn Kids - Manka Bros. - Octogenarian

Lester Aldrich is a World War 2 and Korean War veteran. He has been a contributing writer for Manka Bros.' Octogenarian Mankazine since he turned 80 (eight years ago). He lives in East Lansing, Michigan with his wife of 65 years and really hates THOSE DAMN KIDS.


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