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You mean this guys office?
Pre-xactly! +1
And the Colonel defended it with about as much logic and manliness. One of our pilots was a former USNA linebacker and while I was chatting witht he Colonel, he shifted out of the colonel's line of sight mouthing the word "beer" and making hand gestures like he was snapping a twig while I conversed with the officious colonel with his officious radio. After about the fifth reference to the sacred red line from the SOF, he moved back into close visual range of the colonel looming over him as he boomed "we didn't see any red line". The colonel puffed up and turned to point out it just like Les on WKRP and saw that in the fading light that it was invisible and sort of wilted as he squinted trying to figure out what happened to it. His pointing arm kinda lost lock and wavered trying to find it. Since this was arrival time for a major exercise and competition, there was a big tent set up on a grassy area within sight with local lovelies handing out Lone Stars. Our linebacker gleefully announced "Beer!" (comm brevity in effect) and walked off with RIO in trail (also a pretty big guy). The colonel didn't even notice or protest. He was still staring at where he thought the Red Line with a quizzical look as if his world had entered the Twilight Zone. I gave him an out by explaining we hadn't gotten the scheduled Event Rules of the Road brief and being Navy guys, the Red Line concept was unknown to us, but we'd honor it once we knew what it was all about. He seemed to be content to have the situation be over and walked off looking for his Red Line. Note: By morning, it was freshly painted and guards posted to educate anyone on the spot who wasn't paying attention. We never saw him again.