COLONEL: Sergeant! How's it going over in the barracks?
SERGEANT: Rather GRIM, sir. Provisions are running short and the weather's getting colder.
SERGEANT: The lads are holding up, but I know they're a bit scared. These are just BOYS, sir. They miss their parents, their sweethearts. HOME.
Plus, for many of them, it's their first Christmas away from their families. It's rough on MORALE, sir.
SERGEANT: I was wondering...is there something we can DO, sir? For the lads? For CHRISTMAS?
ANYTHING, really.
COLONEL: CAPITAL idea, Sergeant!
Choose your eight hairiest boys to pull a sleigh. I shall play Santa.
COLONEL: In lieu of GIFTS I shall throw STONES. When stones are exhausted I shall throw ICE. We will continue until all present are unconscious.
SERGEANT: And if the ENEMY attacks, sir? While everyone is KNOCKED OUT by STONES?
COLONEL: That would hardly be SPORTING of them, Sergeant.
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Ah! Our scouts report that the enemy commander is far too busy walloping his troops with a croquet-mallet to mount a proper offensive at the moment. Do invite him for tea
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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