But the every day boring crap that you speak of is of great interest to those who have no concept of how exciting the boring crap can be. Incoming anyone? I remember hearing the shots in the quiet evenings, giving me time to shout out and get under my bunk and pull in the footlockers for safety from the open room. I also remember Gil Palmer saying something like "Huey, there ain't no incoming" and seconds later he was scooting between my two lockers under the bed to join me. The mortar rounds were going off everywhere and the schrap was sounding like rain on the tin roof.

Huey