Best Christmas Eve, Ever

Stationed in Germany, 1971, four of us had to pull ammo dump guard duty, in the middle of nowhere, over Christmas.

My mother had sent me a decorated 2' tall tree and a box of snacks. We were sharing this, hunched around a small oil heater, missing the holiday feelings.

The door burst open, our Sergeant, carrying a box of brandy and cigars, came to inform my friend that his wife in the states had just had their baby.

Best Christmas Eve, ever.

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