Today, I am that dude in the background patiently awaiting for Prince Hot Ginge to heat up every inch of his body by giving him an extra warm ginger hug.
As those royal lazies Prince William, Duchess Kate, Prince George and Princess Charlotte took the whole weekend off, the hottest benefits scrounger (copyright: Morrissey) in Britain and beyond went back to work in London after causing the streets of DC to fill with gallons of coochie cream. One of PHG’s favorite charities, Walking With The Wounded, ended their 1,000 mile marathon journey through Britain in front of his memaw’s city pied-à-terre, Buckingham Palace, on Sunday and he was there to cheer their asses on.
U.S. Marine Kirstie Ennis was among the many who did the 72-day charity walk. Kirstie tells People that she was injured in a helicopter crash in Afghanistan in 2012 and she was supposed to get part of her leg amputated last summer, but she put off that surgery to do the trek. During the walk, Kirstie left 24 dog tags around the UK and she planned to leave the final one at Buckingham Palace, but when her eyes laid on the cinnamon apple of my eye (I was going to say of my “brown eye” but now is not the time for that!), she decided to give it to him. The dog tag was in honor of Corporal Baune who died ten days before her helicopter crash. PHG wouldn’t take it at first, but she insisted and he responded by giving her a hand-on-the-head hug and they both got teary in the eyes area.
She had planned to place the last one at Buckingham Palace, but when the moment came, she was overwhelmed and pressed it into Harry’s hand.
“No I can’t, I can’t accept this,” a clearly moved Harry said.
“Please, you know what this means to me, I want you to,” Ennis replied, fighting back her tears. They then hugged.
“Harry was reluctant to accept it at first because he knows how much it means [to me]. He has helped me lay a couple of them and was hesitant to take them as he knows how much it means to me. I told him he had to.”
Allergies are still fucking with me and the combination of a hangover and Benadryl have made me feel like a zombie who was just hit by a freight train, but this story and these pictures injected a jolt of life into me. I actually felt feelings for a second. It probably wouldn’t be right for me to Photoshop my face over Kirstie Ennis’ face and put the picture in a frame next to my bed, so it’s a good thing I’m okay with always being wrong.