Last Saturday, I was kickin around the island on my Vespa, sat on the beach for a couple hours and watched the world walk by -in a bikini- and had a pretty mellow day. That night we went to see Ratskyn playing at Aqua Beach. I may sound jaded, but it was "the usual".

My friend James (who works for a PMC)on the other hand, had a bit different weekend from you or I. (My comments are italicized in parentheses)

hms: Im a couple of inches away from looking for a dive job!
docjelly: really? why?
hms: About 2 and a bit weeks ago we get sent out to do evacuation work an aid protection work in lebanon... (This can't be good...)
hms: The air strikes kick off and it just becomes evacuation work....
docjelly: ay carumba. (Understatement of the year)
hms: Then 5 days ago.... (relax im fine) (Spidey Sense is REALY tingling now...)
hms: I get shot twice! (OH is THAT ALL?)
docjelly: So that "one" bullet with your name on it had a twin??? motherfuckers!
docjelly: so was it just a Monty Python flesh wound, or what the fuck?
hms: No I was reeeeeeeeeeeeeal lucky: - It hit my upper left back trauma plate !!! (Shot in the back? What the fuck?)
hms: a Hezbollah militant did it!!!
hms: I have the 2 rounds with me now that Im home in Singapore... Got back 7 hours ago!
docjelly: CockSMOKER! So is he finding out that the 42 virgins thing was a hoax right about now?
hms: Yep.... My squad 'gave him the good news'!  (How's that for a euphemism?)
hms: I never even saw him.... I passed out immediately!
hms: Got 3 cracked ribs though!
docjelly: well better three cracked ribs than 2 extra holes in you  :)
hms: Feel a bit shaken though!
docjelly: no shit :)
hms: weird
hms: Hurts like hell when I laugh though.

Well at least he hasn't lost his sense of humor. Im waiting for the pictures, he's said he's sending pictures of the shells after they were pulled out of the ceramic armor plate.