When I set foot on the Lockheed L1011 that took me to Kuwait, little did I know that it was actually equipped with a superluminal drive that propelled us to the CENTCOM AOR (Area Of Responsibility) at or near the speed of light. Also, Camp Liberty is apparently also a self-contained space-borne warship, with integral support for all X0,000 of its inhabitants. Thus, while to us of B Company only five months have passed since we arrived in theater, the rest of Earth has passed an unknown, but presumably great, period of time.
I’m sure you think this is funny, but how else do you explain this hellish vision of a bleak, post-apocalyptic future?
When I was last here in October (of what year?!), that wasn’t there. Not to sound like a crusty old man (“in my day…”), but I’ve been eating at McDonald’s for as long as I can remember, and nothing about that sign is familiar. The character seems to be some kind of radiation-infused mutated creature, while the stylized logo he’s pointing to evokes a post-post-modernistic future where all symbols are meaningless. The single arch overhead speaks to some horrible loss – so terrible that only by cleaving the famous Golden Arches could the awfulness be understood.
If this much can happen in just five months, what lies at the end of our journey? Burger Queen? Wandy’s? TGI Thursday Afternoon?!