Writers love words right? I’m a kinda concise type of writer though. I don’t go out of my way to hit the Thesaurus to make a show out of using a word that I wouldn’t normally use. But, there are some words I just love! ‘Touché’ is one and so is ‘penultimate’.
These words have meaning to me in a personal, historic sense. For me writing fiction is about experience and imagination, therefore, some words have a story behind them that make me reminisce.
Penultimate is one of them!
During one of my tours to East Timor, us ‘Operators’ had a boss who some may consider a ‘micro-manager’. You know the type – needed to know your every move every minute of the day. And, as a collector of human intelligence, that made it difficult at times because you needed some degree of freedom, and trust, to get the information and then report back. Basically, if someone wanted to tell you something; getting on the phone to the boss before it happened kinda ruined the moment.
I digress. My boss was a very educated woman who really did do the best she could under the circumstances (ok – us operators are a secretive bunch who are very protective of our sources). Anyway, every Sunday we’d all com together and debrief the boss on anything she may have missed over the numerous, very lengthy, nightly radio calls.
One Sunday my counterpart in another area of operations went through a lengthy brief and the came to his second last point:
‘And, the penultimate point . . .’
‘What?’ the Boss asked (she must have only heard the word penultimate).
‘I said penultimate, ma’am.’
Pause . . . ‘Who is he and why haven’t I been briefed on this new source until now?’
‘Pardon?’
‘Penultimate! I demand to know who he is and why you have been hiding him from me.’
Room is silent for a solid ten seconds before the snickering begins. Roaring laughter in less than thirty.
Turned nasty after that.
And, that’s my penultimate post!