Cigars and the Military

Neither of these feet are mine.

I was standing outside the club on Saturday night smoking a cigar. The sandaled footed foot belongs to an American soldier who, when not standing outside the club smoking large cubans, has his finger, quite literally, on the button. It's a bit like War Games, he said, but I'd no idea what that was.

You'll notice, perhaps, the appalling amount of slavering over my cigar. It's a terrible, terrible business, I agree.