P.O.W.

Prisoner Of Water

Yesterday Elisabeth and I went frisbee golfing with a our frouple (our friends who are a couple, also.) Marie and Ed. Marie doesn't play, but Ed makes her come so he can rub his disc on her butt for goodluck, Marie also calls it "Frolfing"...I like it! There is this awesome water hazard with a huge pipe over it. Infact, that pipe is the only way to get from the tee to the hole, balance is key. Almost every other time a disc of mine or Elisabeth's ends up in the water. Usually we can fetch it out with a stick, yesterday was not so lucky. I couldn't reach my disc to save my life, so I went in. The only problem with this is that the water is the run off from the solid waste treatment plant. The plant is a good distance off, and any time water is drained into an environment it is treated, but none-the-less it is stanky! I did not care, I needed that disc, I couldn't leave a man behind. I couldn't leave my soldier as a P.O.W. So I hunkered down and tried to get it, I couldn't reach it even in the water. So now I was covered in sewage AND empty handed. It so was heartbreaking.

Today was a new day I had to retreat to find my fallen man. We went back to the site of the disaster and the dust had settled, I COULD SEE MY GUY! I rolled up the shorts I jumped in, saving his life and my spirit! Just thought you would like to know.