The Chit Chat Chit Chat Thread

MOXOMUMD

MOXOMUMD

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dryerlintfan said:
No, you can see AoA across the lake. You can see the decorations on the sides of the buildings. Sure you won't see the pools themselves, but once she sees the decorations, she'll know the pools are there. Plus when we missed the AoA bus, we were able to take the POP bus and walk through their pool area to the bridge. I'm sure we'd end up doing that. And then there's also the chance that she would remember the POP decorations from our trip and know that it's right next to the pool. She has a wickedly inconvenient memory.

There's really a very small chance of pulling a covert ops with this one. There's maybe a 0.0007% chance we'd make it two days without her noticing, much less a week.
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I was just mentioning you can stay at Pop without any view of AOA depending on where your rooms is. We've stayed in each Pop decade multiple times over the years. In your case I would definitely take advantage of Shades.
 
DryerLintFan

DryerLintFan

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Mr Ferret 88 said:
Amazing coincidence. Im her long lost , previously unknown brother. .. It is a small world after all.
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True (long) story: I had a long lost half brother that I had never met or talked to. When I was in Baghdad we had to take turns going on mid tour leave so no more than two soldiers were gone from our unit at a time. I kept delaying mine and delaying mine because I didn't have kids or obligations back home and other people needed to get home for things like family christmas or their children's spring breaks. So by the time it was finally my turn to take my mid tour leave, it was almost time to go home for good. I didn't want to go home for two weeks, say goodbye to everyone, go back to war, then come home a month later. So I'm sitting there thinking of all the places I can go instead of back home to America and the thought hits me..... my dad had a son when he was stationed in Germany.

So I called my dad and he only had this really old address, but assured me that people in Europe almost never moved. Houses in Germany are family houses and multi generational, not like in the states where we move every few years. So equipped with nothing but this 35 year old address, I made my way to Germany. The first thing I did when I got there was go to McDonald's and get myself a fountain drink. I cannot tell you how absolutely incredible that fountain drink was, after spending 14 months in the desert. But then I went in search of my half brother.

I took a flight, a 4 hour train ride, a 2 hour bus ride and finally a 1.5 mile walk in the drizzling rain to find his house. I nervously knocked on the door, honestly not sure what he would say or think or do. This man came out who was around the right age, but he told me that the owner of the house died three years before. My half brother was dead. He had moved in, and had never had a chance to know my brother. To console me, he mentioned that his neighbors were very friendly with Americans, so being that my half brother was half American maybe they would have known him and could tell me some stories about him. I agreed that some stories and maybe a couple pictures would be better than nothing.

But when I went next door, I saw my last name on the mailbox!! My dad had the address wrong!! I rang the doorbell and my half brother ran to meet me. He invited me to stay, and meet his mom and their whole family, and his ancient grandmother cooked a special German feast in my honor.

The BEST part though, was that because I had found him, he was able to connect with my siblings and parents. He flew to the States the next year to stay with our dad and visit his cousins and grandparents and nieces and nephews and his great aunt. Now our families are entwined and we'll never be long lost again! :inlove::inlove:
 
Go.Nijntje

Go.Nijntje

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Mr Ferret 88 said:
Amazing coincidence. Im her long lost , previously unknown brother. .. It is a small world after all.
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Time for a family reunion! ;)

dryerlintfan said:
True (long) story: I had a long lost half brother that I had never met or talked to. When I was in Baghdad we had to take turns going on mid tour leave so no more than two soldiers were gone from our unit at a time. I kept delaying mine and delaying mine because I didn't have kids or obligations back home and other people needed to get home for things like family christmas or their children's spring breaks. So by the time it was finally my turn to take my mid tour leave, it was almost time to go home for good. I didn't want to go home for two weeks, say goodbye to everyone, go back to war, then come home a month later. So I'm sitting there thinking of all the places I can go instead of back home to America and the thought hits me..... my dad had a son when he was stationed in Germany.

So I called my dad and he only had this really old address, but assured me that people in Europe almost never moved. Houses in Germany are family houses and multi generational, not like in the states where we move every few years. So equipped with nothing but this 35 year old address, I made my way to Germany. The first thing I did when I got there was go to McDonald's and get myself a fountain drink. I cannot tell you how absolutely incredible that fountain drink was, after spending 14 months in the desert. But then I went in search of my half brother.

I took a flight, a 4 hour train ride, a 2 hour bus ride and finally a 1.5 mile walk in the drizzling rain to find his house. I nervously knocked on the door, honestly not sure what he would say or think or do. This man came out who was around the right age, but he told me that the owner of the house died three years before. My half brother was dead. He had moved in, and had never had a chance to know my brother. To console me, he mentioned that his neighbors were very friendly with Americans, so being that my half brother was half American maybe they would have known him and could tell me some stories about him. I agreed that some stories and maybe a couple pictures would be better than nothing.

But when I went next door, I saw my last name on the mailbox!! My dad had the address wrong!! I rang the doorbell and my half brother ran to meet me. He invited me to stay, and meet his mom and their whole family, and his ancient grandmother cooked a special German feast in my honor.

The BEST part though, was that because I had found him, he was able to connect with my siblings and parents. He flew to the States the next year to stay with our dad and visit his cousins and grandparents and nieces and nephews and his great aunt. Now our families are entwined and we'll never be long lost again! :inlove::inlove:
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That is such a sweet story! I am so happy for you it worked out well and you gained a brother.
And now you have a sister in London that you can stay with.:p
 
Figgy1

Figgy1

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RedNoseMickey said:
Hi Dryerlintfan, not sure if you are going to be happy to hear this but I am your long lost sister.
I think we really need to have some family time to get to know each other so probably best if I go with you to Shades.;)
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Mr Ferret 88 said:
Amazing coincidence. Im her long lost , previously unknown brother. .. It is a small world after all.
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RedNoseMickey said:
Time for a family reunion! ;)


That is such a sweet story! I am so happy for you it worked out well and you gained a brother.
And now you have a sister in London that you can stay with.:p
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and now you know why I neglected to mention the price last year.:angelic::angelic::angelic::angelic: and yes a very sweet story
 
MySmallWorldof4

MySmallWorldof4

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dryerlintfan said:
True (long) story: I had a long lost half brother that I had never met or talked to. When I was in Baghdad we had to take turns going on mid tour leave so no more than two soldiers were gone from our unit at a time. I kept delaying mine and delaying mine because I didn't have kids or obligations back home and other people needed to get home for things like family christmas or their children's spring breaks. So by the time it was finally my turn to take my mid tour leave, it was almost time to go home for good. I didn't want to go home for two weeks, say goodbye to everyone, go back to war, then come home a month later. So I'm sitting there thinking of all the places I can go instead of back home to America and the thought hits me..... my dad had a son when he was stationed in Germany.

So I called my dad and he only had this really old address, but assured me that people in Europe almost never moved. Houses in Germany are family houses and multi generational, not like in the states where we move every few years. So equipped with nothing but this 35 year old address, I made my way to Germany. The first thing I did when I got there was go to McDonald's and get myself a fountain drink. I cannot tell you how absolutely incredible that fountain drink was, after spending 14 months in the desert. But then I went in search of my half brother.

I took a flight, a 4 hour train ride, a 2 hour bus ride and finally a 1.5 mile walk in the drizzling rain to find his house. I nervously knocked on the door, honestly not sure what he would say or think or do. This man came out who was around the right age, but he told me that the owner of the house died three years before. My half brother was dead. He had moved in, and had never had a chance to know my brother. To console me, he mentioned that his neighbors were very friendly with Americans, so being that my half brother was half American maybe they would have known him and could tell me some stories about him. I agreed that some stories and maybe a couple pictures would be better than nothing.

But when I went next door, I saw my last name on the mailbox!! My dad had the address wrong!! I rang the doorbell and my half brother ran to meet me. He invited me to stay, and meet his mom and their whole family, and his ancient grandmother cooked a special German feast in my honor.

The BEST part though, was that because I had found him, he was able to connect with my siblings and parents. He flew to the States the next year to stay with our dad and visit his cousins and grandparents and nieces and nephews and his great aunt. Now our families are entwined and we'll never be long lost again! :inlove::inlove:
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That is a beautiful story. Almost out of a movie but just 2 hours in time shorter.
 
Figgy1

Figgy1

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MySmallWorldof4 said:
Actually can anyone walk to SOG from Poly? I am now curious to see it. Can anyone eat there or do you need a military ID?
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I don't remember any checking of ID walking in or out. Nobody checked our IDs at the bar and military food gets mixed reviews. I'm sure the breakfast buffet is fine. We didn't eat there because my guys cleaned out Erin Mc Kenna's before checking in.
 

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