by Dogger Dan » Sunday Jun 19, 2005 10:26 am
Guys,
I had a beer, don't even know what it was .
We had finished the last excercise of Basic Training, been up all night, yada, yada, yada, anyone who has been there knows what I am on about
We hadn't eaten in days, let alone a warm meal and of course everyone left standing at this point passed the course, down to the short strokes we were. We were digging deep not knowing when it would end.
Well we rushed this small basin, guns a blazing and charged out the other side to find......................................................................................................... BBQ with steaks, baked potatoe, all the fixings, and.......................................Yes, you know it, a bunch of cold beers, the game was over and we had passed.
To this day I have no idea what type of beer it was, but I cried when I drank that beer, nothing, even to this day, has ever tasted so good. Could have been Bud. (wasn't)
Dogger
"Listening to someone who brews their own beer is like listening to a religous fanatic talk about the day he saw the light" Ross Murray, Montreal Gazette