Mood:  rushed
To celebrate New Year's Eve, I had a friend in the military that rigged up a plastic flamingo on top of a large pole on top of my house. As the final seconds of 2005 ticked away, he slowly eased it down to the ground so it landed right at midnight. Perhaps a minute before midnight, the night sky suddenly filled with tracers. Some Iraqis had decided to ring in the New Year with celebratory fire. Thus, I had to push everyone into my house so they wouldn't get hurt, but my military friends stayed at their post and eased the flamingo down to the ground. They have seen enough crap happen in Iraq that a little celebratory fire doesn't stop them.