In 1978 went up to Edmonton to party with a Canadian soldier who had returned home from U.N. duty in Cyprus.
The aftermath saw his sector go to high level threat...sniping incidents ensued...he sat in a sandbag dugout trying to keep scorpions from killing him.
Back in Canada....Corporal Coons was about to write new pages in the Regiments r and r story book.
We went to his dads farm..there..we blasted seagulls with shotguns .
Then it was time to go readneck on derelict vehicles...making them look like swiss cheese.
Coons..being French had the urge next to go to the bar....eventually we ended up in a French biker bar outside Edmonton.
I have never been so scared in all my life!
Not a word of english to be heard anywhere...a bar full of french speaking Neandertals.
"My god coons..how am I going to get a beer without being killed when they hear English"!
Afterwords I thought .."Would a recruitor from the French Foreign Legion be as scared as me"?