Marines sent to Chad to protect the elephants. That’s good news for the elephants, but between spending $150 a gallon for “green” fuel for its ships and planes to demonstrate the Obama military’s commitment to the environment, the suspension of promotions because of fiscal restraints and an inability to provide veterans medical care, this strikes me as an odd priority.
Besides, elephants can be nasty brutes, as this incident proves.
While on duty in Chad, a Marine came across an elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so the Marine approached it very carefully, got down on one knee and inspected the elephant’s foot and discovered a large thorn deeply embedded in the soft pad.
As carefully and as gently as he could he removed the thorn, and the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to face the man and, with a mean, stern gleam in his piggish eyes, stared at him. For a good ten minutes the Marine stood frozen, regretting that he’d left his rifle by the trailside, but eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.
After retiring from the service and for years after, the Marine remembered the elephant and the events of that day. One day he was walking through the Bronx Zoo with his son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to where they were standing at the rail, and studied him with a fixed stare. After several minutes, he trumpeted loudly and stepped back three yards.
“It’s him!” the Marine exclaimed to his son as he jumped over the railing and raced for the beast. “He remembers me!”
Suddenly the elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of the Marine’s legs, swung him wildly and dashed him to the ground, shattering his skull and killing him instantly.
“Guess it wasn’t the same elephant,” his son observed.