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![]() Don, it appears that we were both in US Army Europe at close to the same time. I spent the last half of '69 and all of '70 in Germany with a Sergeant Missile battalion, first in Darmstadt and then near Wiesbaden (overlooking the Rhine and surrounded by acre after acre of vineyards of the Rhinegau wine district), before also getting an early-out to go back to school.
The last paragraph of your post had me rolling on the floor. I don't want to even consider what it must have involved for you to have been a racing nubile. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse’s ears – Arabian Proverb |
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![]() Dad was USAF.
Okinawa was, er, interesting. Where else could you play catch with an unexploded hand grenade, which was exploded the next day by the bomb squad, meet a great white shark at a beach with lifeguards and have to back down a mountain doublebacking road in a 57 Desoto luxury sedan because you came face to face with an ox cart full of human poop. That car was the biggest thing not owned by the Armed forces on the island. You could hold a cocktail party in it. It wasn't built for 1 lane roads on the side of a volcano. Dad was trying to show us where he had gotten hit in WW II. |
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![]() I don't know why I bother playing Gulfstream. I can play piano better. I can't play piano at all.
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