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.
Yikes. I remember that..