An old Lebanese Forces gentleman lived alone in Mastita (Byblos). He wanted to plan this annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son, Jean Claude, who used to help him, was in Dubai. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Jean Claude, I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Dad
A few days later he received a phone call from his son.
Jean Claude: “Dear dad, don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried”. And the call got disconnected.
At 4 a.m. The next morning, the Lebanese Army, and acting upon a request from Gen. Michel Aoun, arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
That same day the old man received another call from his son.
Jean Claude: “Dear dad, go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances”.
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