Posted on: August 2nd, 2009 We Have an Objective
by KJ Kabza
On April 7, 2003, we took the Slip â€™n Slide into Baghdad. Iâ€™m proud to say I led the way, sailing smooth and clean like a puck across a shuffleboard court. My buddies behind me whooped and screamed and crashed into each other, the hot sun and cold water in roiling chaos over their bodies, but they didnâ€™t care. As long as they got wet.
Baghdad was a mess of carnival barkers and acrobats, water balloons and cotton candy, everyone shouting and running beneath spinning Ferris wheel lights. For a minute, we stalled–Johnny stared at unfamiliar girls, Micky saw the size of the crowd and froze, Sanchez started to laugh–but I pulled them together. We have an objective, I said. The Fun House.
To get to it, we crossed the midway. We nearly lost Javier to the mindless lure of the shooting gallery, but Sanchez fired his Super Soaker into the air to snap him out of it.
The beaming man at the Fun House gate, bow-tied and pinstriped, gave us free bags of popcorn and invited us in with a flourish. “Prepare to be turnedâ€¦ upside-down!”
The mirrors made us into delightful monsters: one-eyed, legless, rail-thin.
We threw popcorn at everything and laughed at the mess.