“Durn muzzies might not be quite so cranky if they’d drink a few of those once in a while instead of destroying them all...”
They do drink a few...even more than a few...when they aren’t in their own islamofacist countries.
While on patrol in Baghdad late one night we came up on a house that was far more active than any other house in the area. Turns out some doctor lived there and was having a party. We entered through the gate and we were greeted like some buddies who finally wandered over to party with him. He even offered us canned beer! We had to decline, of course, but it was pretty wild given the part of the world we were in.