Hey I drink a lot less now. Not that I don't want to drink more, but, it makes me feel like shit and takes to long to get my mojo back. I like a a good glass of cab but if I drink a bottle then there I am again in the not sleeping to good mode. When I was young I liked Old Grand Dad. Damn how did I make those early morning runs with the army unit I was in then? I think it was just a numb feeling all over until the second mile. At that point, everybody started to sweat really hard and I'll never forget that smell. Wow those were the days of young, dumb and full of cum. Cheap was the mode of operation due to an attempt to make the limited dollars last as long as possible. A buddy of mine made a batch of beer which he stored for aging under the trailer. We we sitting around in the trailer one day and I swear six bottles decided to pop off at the same time. We all grabbed our pistols thinking that some idiot was taking pot shots at us when we smelled the hops. We decided to drink the rest before we lost the entire batch. Those really tasted good as it was heading into late fall and the beer was cold. Europe was a nice drinking experience in that everything seemed to evolve around drinking. Beer, schnapps, wine, champagne, marc you name it and I tried it. The Germans tried to disguise one schnapps as "medicine for the magen" (stomach). It was consumed after a large meal as a digestive and I must admit it made you forget how full you were. The local town had a particular vintage of medicine that I missed when I came back stateside. I was lucky to have some German neighbors that sent me a supply until I could ween off the medicine. Korea was a blur where my fondest memories were a result of drinking first in the O club and then a "thunder run" downtown to the ville. A thunder run consisted of drinking a beer (OB) in each of the ten clubs and get back to base in an hour without getting captured. We used the buddy system to ensure that we conducted a safe operation. Needless to say we never came back with he same body count. I hooked up with some chinook pilots and formed a travelling rock band. They would cop a gig in a distant part of Korea and we would fly to the gig on a "training mission". We brought DD pilots to fly us back safely. A thankful audience provided cases of beer for our trip back home. We threw the empties out the back door of the chinook. No guilt there as we knew the Koreans would use the aluminum cans to make Christmas decorations to sell in the market. Very industrious people.
Now, I don't drink beer very often but when I do ..I like like a Trappist Ale CHIMAY GRANDE
RESERVE (BLUE). This is a combat size bottle and one will do the trick. Two will make you drag in the morning. It is like drinking a bottle of wine as the alcohol content is 9%. Expensive too. It's OK. I can afford it now.