Meant to add that my son was Army. Chose infantry. Served four years in Germany and came out of the military when my husband became critcally ill.
In 1980, we made our first family tour to the SOUK in Jeddah. At some point, I looked one way and my wife looked the other. When we turned back to each other, our 8-year old daughter wasn't there. We panicked, and all I could envision was our little girl being sold into slavery by some filthy pagan. We split up, and when I passed in front of an Indian's tailor shop, he yelled, "sahib, sahib, is this your daughter?" She had apparently wandered away. She was in his shop, wailing away, and I can't describe the relief we felt. I can only imagine the relief that Maj. Metzger's family felt. Gracias a Dios.