Devlin
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Warning RANT to follow.
Well what an interesting weekend, I met a real live killer this weekend. Hey and guess what he trains people to kill too. Had some friends up from Ottawa on the weekend and a bunch of people over for a BBQ. Get introduced to a guy who mentioned he was in the direct quote here "Canadian Armed Forces !" loud enough for every female within 1000 feet to hear him.
So naturally I ask what do you do?
Response: "I train men to kill."
Me cowering in the corner a meek little reservist in the presence of a trained killer.
Next Question: What unit are you with?
Response: The training unit in Ottawa.
Me: Does it have a name?
Response: The Training Unit.
Me: Oh yeah that one.
Needless to say the conversation did not go much further. I asked him if he knew anyone named Windwolf, perhaps a relative or close friend. The only response I got was a "not too sure have to check my files". Man this guy must be important, cause at my unit all the "files" are locked up in the orderly room.
He went on to explain about the past three years he has spent in Bosnia telling the ladies, about his escapades teaching the locals how to kill.
Hmmm from my little knowledge of history, the locals in Bosnia were pretty good at killing each other before any of us got there.
I guess they are everywhere, if it‘s any consolation I ended up burning his steak, even let the dog lick it a few times. It made dinner more bearable.
Well what an interesting weekend, I met a real live killer this weekend. Hey and guess what he trains people to kill too. Had some friends up from Ottawa on the weekend and a bunch of people over for a BBQ. Get introduced to a guy who mentioned he was in the direct quote here "Canadian Armed Forces !" loud enough for every female within 1000 feet to hear him.
So naturally I ask what do you do?
Response: "I train men to kill."
Me cowering in the corner a meek little reservist in the presence of a trained killer.
Next Question: What unit are you with?
Response: The training unit in Ottawa.
Me: Does it have a name?
Response: The Training Unit.
Me: Oh yeah that one.
Needless to say the conversation did not go much further. I asked him if he knew anyone named Windwolf, perhaps a relative or close friend. The only response I got was a "not too sure have to check my files". Man this guy must be important, cause at my unit all the "files" are locked up in the orderly room.
He went on to explain about the past three years he has spent in Bosnia telling the ladies, about his escapades teaching the locals how to kill.
Hmmm from my little knowledge of history, the locals in Bosnia were pretty good at killing each other before any of us got there.
I guess they are everywhere, if it‘s any consolation I ended up burning his steak, even let the dog lick it a few times. It made dinner more bearable.