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A day in Iraq by Josh from Wey Valley
It was a hot dry day in the middle of the desert and the Coalition Soldiers were tired and thirsty, not to speak of being really hungry too after fighting furiously with those who were fed up with them being there in the first place.
One soldier, who should have known better, was describing to his friends his ideal pizza (it involved adding just about every topping known to man and, quite honestly, by the end of his description, sounded quite foul!).
Someone said casually:
"I heard Saddam was very partial to a piece of pizza you know..."
Martin Pooh (a rather quiet man who kind of faded into the background) heard this and his brain went into overdrive.
He pinched a truck and hurtled his way back to Baghdad where he purchased some very strange ingredients.
Some time later a (somewhat quiet and "fadey into the background") pizza delivery boy on a rattly old bike could be seen pedalling furiously around the suburbs.
A door opened in a wall and a hand shot out, grabbed the pizza from the rather quiet pizza boy and slammed the door shut.
The pizza boy (who was of course, you have guessed it - my friend and yours, Martin Pooh), threw the bike into a nearby ditch and hot-legged it as far away from the door in the wall as quickly as possible.
An enormous explosion shook the whole of the city. All kinds of pizza toppings rained down on the people who ran out of their houses to see what was happening.
Suddenly, a big cheer went up. In amongst the pizza toppings someone had picked up a black beret - it was Saddam's black beret!
Martin Pooh faded even further into the background and Iraq was on the road to recovery.
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