From the Secret Files of General Salmon Abdallah
Recorded by Lieutenant Alibaba Hatem, the Generals personal stenographer.
3/17/62
General Abdallah: Adjutant! Call in the officers. I need to pick a bone with them. Oy! Radio guy! Contact the kitchens. Ask them what we’re having for lunch.
Sergeant Matar: I doubt the kitchens have a radio sir.
General Abdullah: Well you better run then, haven’t you? Ah, gentlemen! Come in. I have a few concerns I would like you to correct. The first being, I feel that the soldiers’ lack of respect for superior officers. We can’t have that. If the men don’t respect their commanders… Well, let me put it this way. If another soldier takes a shot at me, I will personally execute the entire squad. Do I make myself clear?
Officers: Yes sir.
General Abdullah: We are at war! Everyday more and more soldiers lay down their lives for Turkey. We can not win if our soldiers do not wish to listen to our commands! Once we enter the fray, I would like to know that my soldiers are fighting with the courage of fanatics!
Captain Khalil: Erm… General, we are not currently in a war.
General Abdulla: What? Preposterous! Of course there is a war! There are many wars going on as we speak-
Captain Khalil: But Turkey isn’t part of them…
General Abdulla: That man there reads the report to me every morning about the goings on in China. You don’t call that a war? Radio guy, report!
Sergeant Matar: The kitchens say that the soldiers are having stewed goat and humus.
General Abdulla: Despicable. Radio that armored brigade stationed to the east. Ask them what they are having!
Captain Khalil: India is in that war. We aren't.
General Abdulla: I thought we conquored them long ago. Radio guy, what do they say?
Sergeant Matar: They don't have a radio in the kitchen either so they sent a runner. They sounded slightly surprised.
Captain Khalil: Sir, why don’t you hire a private cook? Officers are allowed -
General Abdulla: That is the kind of thing that make soldiers hate officers. If I eat what they eat, they see me as one of them.
Major Hammad: But you just put a call in for the kitchen of a different division! If you get a choice and they don’t…
General Abdulla: Privilege of command. When they become generals, they can do as I do. If one more person contradicts me or corrects me, I will make that person sorry.
Sergeant Matar: They are saying they have shish kebab and salad.
General Abdulla: Excellent! Send a strike team to retrieve some. Tell them not to return unless they have a tank.
Captain Khalil: What?! What do you want with a tank!
General Abdulla: None of your damn business!
Captain Khalil: I am sure they won’t let them take a tank.
General Abdulla: That’s why am sending a strike team. You have to think ahead if you ever want to be a general, Captain!
Captain Khalil: I am sorry, sir, but if you steal a tank from the Second Armored Brigade, I will have to report- AHH! You shot me you bastard! AH!
General Abdulla: He was reaching for his weapon. You all saw him. Adjutant, you saw him reach for his weapon,
didn’t you?
Adjutant Saleem: Uh… yes sir.
Major Yassin: No he wasn’t! Your-
General Abdulla: The major was suffering from a violent fit of insanity. It was only right I knock him out before he hurt somebody. You may go, gentlemen. Adjutant! Radio guy! Take
Corporal Khalil and Major Yassin to the med tent. Lieutenant, give me that stenographic record. That’s enough for the day. Oh look, the gentlemen forgot to sign it. Oh, what a shame. I guess I’ll just have to sign it for them.
Give it here!
Signed:
General Salmon Abdulla
Adjutant Captain Hasan Saleem
Sergeant Ahmed Matar
Colonel Osama Ozer
Major Sadam Hammad
Captain Akil Khalaf
Lieutenant Alibaba Hatem