War Stories

I understand why veterans like to get together to talk about old times. We were three former colleagues and current friends who don’t see each other that much and we sat and had a meal of gaspacho, veal with a tuna caper sauce, and misc. desserts each more evilly caloricfic than the one before. And we hashed over our memories of an over-controlling boss intermingled with life that has gone on in the thirteen years since we worked together.

The normal “do you remembers” abounded with appropriate “oh yeahs” that would not have been out of place in a gospel service.

Despite the bad working conditions each of us have gone on to do what we want to do and if nothing else we all were able to move to Switzerland because of those days. O H Y E A H !