The enemy snipers were a fucking rowdy bunch.
They shot at us even on Sunday.
I was drinking my fourth cup of coffee when a bullet smashed the mug and I was left with a handle in my hand and a mug full of scalding coffee on my newspaper.
The cartoon page was ruined, and so was my half solved Su-Do-Ku.
That blew my lid off.
I put down my pen and picked up my cellphone. I pressed "1" on speed dial and called up an air strike on the enemy bunkers.
For the next one minute, the sweet "thuff- thuff" of carpet bombs filled the silence of the desert as they dropped on the heads of the enemy.
Eat this you fucking naughty snipers.
Then I ordered a fresh newspaper and more coffee.
There are some routines one should not change on a Sunday, just like coffee, Su-Do-Ku and newspaper cartoons.
No paragraphs, just sentences. Why is this in middle of the week, you ask, well, what better time to wish for Sunday :) Just 3 more days!