David Allen writes

NERVOUS

During a long drive in Thailand,

with heavy traffic on a narrow,

two-lane highway, I rode

in a van full of Marines

driving from the coast

to a joint military exercise

not far from the River Kwai.

Somewhere near Bangkok,

an egotistical Marine Reserve officer

yelled at me above the radio

blaring "Highway to Hell."

“Oh, you’re going to interview

The general, eh?” he smirked. 

“You must be pretty nervous!”

A smile spread across my face.

“Nervous? Naw,” I shouted back.

“I’m a reporter. He’s the one 

who should be nervous.”