Originally Posted by buzzpat

There I was...sitting Bravo alert in Frankfurt, Germany. I'd been to Sachsenhausen the night before so I'd filled my quotient of beers and brats, and the obligatory Doner Kabab at midnight. Standing by in the hotel at Rhein Main waiting for my phone to ring and to spring to answer democracy's call and leap my C-141 into the skies...and then I met FTB and 80. Seems my past life was, now, not so full...I have met my match and I am teamed with fellow warriors at least as able as I. Ahh, but the elders shall instruct their young...nay, nay, the young shall teach their elders.

Prost my lads!