My foster dad is a cool one. He mainly drove big trucks for supply and such. But there was a communist faction in Germany called the Rote Armee Fraktion (also known as Baader-Meinhof) And one night he was posted as a guard together with one of his colleagues at a munition depot. Turns out they (The Rote Armee) invaded the terrain they were guarding and they tried to steal the munitions and weapons, my foster dad’s fellow soldier ran away. My foster dad stood his ground. Let’s just say it didn’t end well for the Rote Armee. It’s something he doesn’t really like talking about, which is logical. But he’s one badass of a man. One of the few soldiers that saw action in Germany after WII. He even got a medal, which he threw away. It still haunts him in his dreams sometimes, not often, but sometimes…