The Tragic Tale of Mr. Snake

War sucks especially if you happen to be part of it, but there are some glimmers of humor, like using the fire from burning classified material to light your cigar. Mr. Snake was also one of those glimmers.

We met Mr. Snake in a Bahrain toy store. There he was in all his green splendor, very realistic. We lived in tents and there was always the fear of company in bed, so Mr. Snake seemed like he had a lot of potential. 1 rial later he was on his way home with us. Every new troop in the tent got a visit from Mr. Snake in the bottom of his sleeping bag. The results were hilarious; I swear one dude almost hit the top of the tent he jumped out so quickly.

Alas, not everyone has a finely developed sense of humor. We had smuggled Mr. Snake into the middle of one dude’s laundry parcel. He wasn’t amused when he opened the bundle and discovered Mr. Snake. That is pretty much how the Snakester met his end; the guy tore Mr. Snake’s head off. Well, it was fun while it lasted, looks like a trip back to Manama to see if we can find a rubber scorpion…