goodbye cruel world

My company has done a deal with a company in Slovenia. The material is supplied by a firm in Holland. The people putting it together are based in Israel. They need all the parts tomorrow morning. So guess who gets to fly to a war-zone for 24 hours to make sure they get everything? Yep, yours truly.

In case I get car-bombed or attacked by a helicopter gun-ship while I’m away, is there anything that anybody wants left to them in my will? Any undying declarations of love I wasn’t previously aware of? Please let me know…

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