[Old Sarge]

I’m still in uniform, so I can’t attack my own countrymen.

But they are free to foul my uniform and my flag.

But if fire and death would ever come to Berkeley, my vehicles will suddenly deadline, my weapons will mysteriously jam, my troops will report on sick call, and I will report that my platoon cannot support that mission.

[Right Cal Gal]

Sarge —

And while you’re waiting for gun and auto repair, I’ll be happy to have you and your men to my house for a steak dinner (with your favorite brew).

Thanks from a grateful citizen.

[Syncro]

You da MAN, Old Sarge, THANKS!

[Tennessee_Bob]

But if fire and death would ever come to Berkeley

If that happens, give me a call - I'm sure I can find a cat up a tree (or put one there) that y'all can come and rescue. That's a higher mission priority than Berkeley.