I am glad this Son of Boston (SOB) bigwig was looking out for me while I was in country.
He cared almost as much for me as the toon who was drinking Commie beer on the day I go my orders to cross the pond.
Both are scum and I hope some one pees on their graves, it won't be me, cause I promised never to stand in a military line again.
Not a problem!
We're not going to form a line -- we're going to surround the grave and all relieve ourselves at the same time...
If you can't make the trip, use a jar and give it to a friend to bring...
Semper Fi