Blowing Mouth Farts
By X Ray
One boring day off we commandeered the '51 Willy's jeep (with the flat-head 4 cyl) from the Oasis Club and drove all over Asmara blowing mouth farts. I blew so many I actually split my bottom lip, but made several bicyclists lose their balance and fall over or run into sides of buildings. I remember that it was considered good sport to be able to make the busboys at the O-Club drop trays of dishes by sneaking up behind them and blasting them with a good mouth fart. And of course the pay off from a decently blown mouth fart was to get the Ethie bird and a "Tatawa" or a "Giddiff" - which I think meant "Fuck You" and "Get Out of Here", respectively.
The worst thing I did while enjoying that sport, was to sneak up on an Ethie motorpool worker at the Bowling Alley snack bar. He must of been on break - he was sitting at a table in his greasy green overalls leaning back on the back legs of his chair with his feet up on the table reading an Arabic language newspaper. I sneaked right up behind his newspaper and he had no clue that I was there. I presented him with one of my better quality mouth farts, which was not only rich in tone but also frightful in volume. I scared the guy so badly, he fell over backwards and busted his head open on the floor. He was bleeding badly and they had to get him to the Post Hospital to stitch up his head. Naturally, I schlepped on out of the snack bar before anyone started asking questions. I feel badly about it now, but it seemed really funny at the time.
(Webmaster note: XRay is the pseudonym of a ditty bopper who was stationed at Kagnew 1968-1969)