March 11, 2010
Split Lamb

1979 Split Yugoslavia. F-14 squadron mates on a long Sunday bus ride along the coastline. Nothing open in the coast village, but a party was going on in a closed bar. We knocked, greeted by locals - none spoke English. We pointed to our aircraft carrier, tiny on the horizon. Come in! Five hours, eight lambs, gallons of wine, and thou. A full hoot, dancing with the men and women! Not one word spoken, but everything was understood.

What do we owe here?
Unimaginable. Unforgettable.
Left every cent we had