I posted this as a diary on Kos yesterday, but what the heck.  I like it.

A CONVERSATION WITH THE SURGIN' GENERAL

DATELINE:  BAGHDAD, Spring 2007

Supply Sergeant:   Who are these men, sir?

General:   It's the Surge, Sarge.

Sergeant:   Sorry, sir?

General:   The Surge.  It's urgent, Sergeant. The insurgents are resurgent. George says, "Splurge on the Surge."

Sergeant:   A Surge of what, sir?

General:   Soldiers, Sarge. George swore to be the scourge of these shores.      Said George, "Surgers! Search the source, search the sewage. Purge the emergent insurgents. The stores of nucular swords will emerge. I'm sure.  We won't be discouraged.  Search for germs.  Search the Kurds, search the birds, search the herds of horses, search the stores of spores."  

Sergeant:   Search the hordes of hearses, sir?

General:   Herds of horses, Sarge.  

Sergeant:   Yes, sir.  Any other words?

General:   Scorch, Sarge. Scorch the source.  It's urgent to discourage the insurgents. What you can't deterge, submerge.  George says we're on the verge, Sarge.

Sergeant:   The verge of what, sir?

General:   We're on the verge of encouraging words that soon will emerge. We'll purge the curs who discourage the Surge.  

Sergeant:   Do you expect high casualties, sir?

General:   Don't be absurd.  Some Surgers are certain to be hurt. But we have surgeons, Sergeant.  Scores of surgeons.

Sergeant:   And dirges, sir?  Will we need some new dirges?

General:   Great minds converge, Sarge.  Order some dirges. For the feckless few fatalities.  Scores of dirges.

Sergeant:   Yes, sir.  Scores of dirges.  How 'bout the words?

General:    Of course.  And you're right, Sarge.  We will need hordes of hearses.

Sergeant:   Yes, sir.