April 11th,2010. The LA Dargers were run out of the Nation's southern panhandle Sunday after a second straight day of allowing the grip of victory slip away and slap them in their face. On a typically unpredictable afternoon fighting the local weather and sea-life, the Darger Battery of Number 49, combined with a mis-matched hit squad of Reservists, pushed the action to every corner of the battlefield, before finally being overtaken by the rains and Fishermen in the ebbing tides of the 3 day engagement. Number 49, the young ,affluent lieutenant and odd-baller, elevated his knack for furious hand-to-hand combat by striking down a dozen or so would be kill-or-be-killed killers with his antique, brass-knuckled mitts!
The first week of the 2010 War was brutal. The horrifying battlefield replays etched in the eyes of those fighting men must offer a reminder of the challenges that lie in wait for the Dargers in the coming weeks, if not months, of this year's crusade. It's two-thousand, seven hundred and twenty-two miles of unseasonal open road for the battered, tattered, but homeward bound army. L is for Road Tripped.
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