do you remember when we were in africa?

?

to Morocco and Tunisia with the Merchant Marine in 43 or 44

About 200,000 years ago.

and you were living next door to that particularly hairy family that used to sit around and pick bugs off of each other. I remember how grossed out you used to get when they actually ate them. :rofl:

The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate."

Yes, I was an excellent grub hunter, if I do say so myself.

Scene:

Three men in W.W. II uniforms (two Generals) traveling down a North African road in a jeep.

DIALOGUE:

General George S. Patton (George C. Scott): "Hold it! Turn right here."

Driver: "But sir, the battlefield is straight ahead."

Patton: "Please don't argue with me Sergeant. I can smell a battlefield."

General Omar Bradley (Karl Malden): " He was out here just yesterday George."

Patton: (points with his riding crop) "It's over there, turn right, damn it!"

SCENE:

The jeep goes off road, passing some turbaned North Africans on donkeys and then comes upon some Romanesque ruins. Patton gets out, followed by Bradley. A haunting echo of horns plays in the background as if replaying some ancient charge of a long forgotten battle.

DIALOGUE:

Patton: "It was here. The battlefield was here. The Carthaginians defending the city were attacked by three Roman Legions. Carthaginians were proud and brave but they couldn't hold. They were massacred. Arab women stripped them of their tunics and their swords and lances. The soldiers lay naked in the sun, two thousand years ago; and I was here."

SCENE:

Patton, on bended knee, pauses, smiles knowingly, turns to a sometimes bemused Bradley and says:

DIALOGUE:

Patton: "You don't believe me, do you Brad? You know what the poet said,

'Through the travail of ages,
midst the pomp and toils of war,
have I fought and strove and perished,
countless times among the stars.
As if through a glass and darkly,
the age old strife I see,
when I fought in many guises and many names,
but always me.'" *

Patton: "Do you know who the poet was?"

Bradley (Smiles slightly and shakes his head, no.)

Patton: "Me."


http://www.reversespins.com/patton.html

But we got even...

(at the very end)

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4zz8_the-doors-wild-child

White Hot - Red Rider

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cW48FOgIS1Y

Waiting by the shoreline
In Somalia for your reply
I need you to come see me
That's no lie

The guns are getting closer
The sweat pours like dew
That fell from the trees in Tripoli
In the spring

I'm white hot
I can't take it anymore
I'm white hot
By the Somalian shore
Yes, I'm burning to the core
I need rain

Cast out from the jungle
With no rations or canteen
For selling faulty rifles
To the thieves in Tanzania

Adventures and misfortune
Nothing wagered, nothing gained
I have wandered through the desert
Found the ocean, not the rain

I can remember the nights by The Strand in Tripoli
We were so much cooler then
I had you and my poetry to protect me
We were so much younger then
I need rain

I'm white hot
I can't take it anymore
I'm white hot
By the Somalian shore

I'm white hot
Yes, I'm burning to the core
I need rain, I need rain, I need rain

I can remember the nights by the sea in Tripoli
Were were so much colder then
I had you and my poetry to protect me
We were both soldiers then
Bolder then, colder then
I need rain, I need rain, I need rain
White hot
White hot...
Water