Greetings and Salutations!
I appreciate EVERYONES contributions and perspectives that they’ve thrown up in the comments. Truly… they’ve helped me a lot with ‘maintaining my perspective’
Now on thing, tfAt, a fellow Rakkasan Brother who’s advised me to dip completely when it comes to the Grans? I can understand the perspective, however, It ain’t happening. -I- was the one who initially engineered Gran #1’s “rescue” if you will WAAAY back when she was only about a year old. Hell… I wasn’t even married to SWMNBN at the time which is exactly why she went to the OtherGrans.
Since we weren’t married, we knew (all of us) that the best bet when the State started examining the families so to speak for stability, that the OtherGrans were the best choice. I however was the one who came up with the scheme of telling DumbCunt that she and the BabyDaddy had “…worked so hard, and deserved a break from the baby…” which is why they left her with us, and gave us the time and ability to set things in motion…
And now?
Gran Number One, the Nukular Powered Never Sleeps Redhead has been formally adopted by the OtherGrans which means she’s safe forever. And for that? Well… maybe that one good deed is something I can be proud of for setting in motion. Maybe that’ll keep me out of Hell when the Reckoning comes right?
See… Family may be blood…
BUT
To me, Family is something/the people you choose.
And despite some bad choices, and shit-decisions I’ve made as well as ‘other’ things in my life, I choose to make sure Red and Addy are going to be in my life no matter fucking what and that they know it.
In fact, one of the things that drives SWMNBN absolutely bugshit insane is that OtherGran? Her X-Hubby? He and I, despite all of her machinations, actually were and now are close and get along thick as thieves. It positively drives her to madness…
I mean sure, he’s got his faults (like being a rabid Bucs fan LOL) but overall, even before the whole shytteshow, he and I actually got along pretty well… and now?
Well… let’s just say I get visitation after Red gets fully settled into school. Right now she needs to focus, but after? Frodrick (which is how I’ll refer to him, as he reminds me of Gene Wilder in “Young Frankenstein”) Frodrick has already said that Red can come for a weekend with Sapper and myself AFTER she gets her ‘school rhythm’ and pattern down.
That’s pretty important as she’s a wee bit ADHD and non-stop as I’ve mentioned… so making sure that getting her ‘patterns’ and regular ‘dynamic’ right is more important right now that a visit with Big Papi, Sapper and the Doggos. Once she’s good, I might spoil her with a trip to Busch Gardens or something… either way…
Family is important
BUT
Not if it hurts or harms you.
Or diminishes or degrades you
ESPECIALLY if the people who are doing this claim that they’re doing it out of ‘love’ or ‘care’ or even worse, the phrase “… for your own good!!!” That bullshit gets immediately classed under gaslighting and fuck everyone who’s ever done it to me in the past… preferably sideways with a jackhammer…
Hence why I have very limited contact with a lot of my ‘blood kin’… Like why should I tolerate disrespect, gaslighting and bullshit ALL because we have some ‘blood related relationship’?
Nope.
Done with that.
My family are who I choose
Like it, lump it, or leave it.
I’m too old to play semantic games.
And Red and Addy?
THOSE are my Grans.
End of Story/Explanation.
So otherwise, a story from WAAAY back in the day…
Since SWMNBN has been telling THE WORLD I’m some sort of abusive prick, making sound like I’m some sort of alcoholic abusive wife-beater, I figure I should clarify things.
1) I am not an alcoholic
They go to meetings.
I’m a fucking drunk goddamit.
Get it right woman!
2) I’m abusive.
Nope.
Never have I ever hit a woman
EXCEPT
(queue story time)
WAAAAAAAAAAAY back in the day as a young party hard E-4 in Nurnberg Germany, there was a rather notorious club called the “Green Goose”:
“The Goose” as we called it was a Heavy Metal Bar. Just Outside/Inside of the “Old Town” side of Nurnberg, with a GREAT Gyro shop next door, it was the go-to place for most of 1-4 Infantry back in the day’. The Goose was originally opened and run by a US Army veteran, it had expanded alllllll over Germany when I was there. Bamberg, Frankfurt… it was Nurnberg ‘branch’ if you will that I practically lived at during my two years there, and had a great time while doing so. I even had the “club card” that let me get in without having to pay a cover:
I’m kind of bummed that I don’t remember what happened to that card… it was like an actual plastic card like a credit card… but anyways…
Since places like this is where “Joe” (i.e. US Army Personnel) congregates, you invariably end up with some fights/brawling or in some instances some “out of Hollywood” full on Bar Brawls like you see in the movies.
One night I ended up involved in one such fight.
The night started off like a normal Friday.
Lots of booze
Great Music
Pantera being a BIG thing on the play list at the time… Glen Danzig and “Mother” being on regular rotation:
I have NO IDEA how the fight started…
I just know it erupted
Sort of like a Volcano…
Shit starts popping off, and it becomes your mission to survive
My best friend Dana and Squad mate went back-to-back literally. We had gone through Basic Training together, went to the Gulf for Gulf War One together, ended up being RIF’d together, lived together, and even rejoined active duty together. I mean this guy and I were family to the point that to this day MomUnit is bummed he and I had a falling out as she considers him her third son…
I won’t get too deeply into it but we were friends up until he met and got with this weird Catholic Fringe group where he met and married chick from it… From what I can tell, it’s a cult IMO… they have Ordained “Catholic Female “Priestesses” and such whatnot… its utterly bizarre and really weird and our last communique after we had met up in Baghdad (me a Contractor, and him leading a platoon of Mech Infantry on Bradleys) was when I send him a post card asking how things were and he pretty much called me a “sinner” and that he needed to cut all ties with my “sin-filled life” and me for it… and that was that… call it 7 years ago…
I’m still besties w/his first ex-wife Sabine who he was with during out time in Germany. I love that girl to death… my lil sis if you will… anyways…
Dana and I went back to back.
Beer mugs, tables, chairs… ALL sorts of shit flying ALL around the room. It was pretty dicey, but we were holding our own.
Well now, in this fight this was the ONLY time I EVER full on hit a whammenz IRL… As I said, my bro and I were back-to-back throwing down with all comers in a classic bar brawl when I had some (what I thought was a) dude coming at me with one of them 1.5 liter German beer bottles over their head swinging to bring it down on my nugget… pretty much trying to kill me is what my reaction was at the time…
Thankfully (or not) I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye, and it was one of the greatest punches I ever threw… I was able to step into the punch.
Like I was able to step forward, and I telegraphed this fucking thing to the MAX with ALL my upper body strength (and as you all know, I’m a fucking beast IRL) so it was a PURE uppercut…
A textbook PERFECT impact…
I hit the (what I thought was a) ‘dude’ so hard, he/she was literally thrown across the bar unconscious… This punch literally blew her (no shit) out of her sneakers…
It was when he/she slumped to the floor bleeding all over the place I realized t’weren’t no dude, but a bitch. Back then, Male Krauts usually had long-ish hippy style hair, so I thought it was a dude…. and she didn’t have any tits that ‘registered’ if’n you know what I mean… My target recognition if you will, in the heat of the moment wasn’t tracking so well…
So, she went down and out for the count…
Needless to say, due to the mayhem and the knowledge that the MPs as well as the local Gestapo would be showing up shortly, Dana and myself, as well as a slew of other combatants and practitioners of hand-to-hand combat made ourselves scarce toute-le-fucking-suite.
Departed with haste
Vamoosed
Bailed
Headed for the woodline
You get the idea…
However…
I found out later that the German Politzei and MPs were looking for me for really real as I had apparently REALLY fucked this broad up. I had (from all reports) fractured her jaw, knocked out like half of her chompers and/or broke the majority of them when her jaw got crushed, and left her half retarded from the concussion.
THANKFULLY No one “grassed” on me as the Brits would say… with damned near the entire overwhelming attitude of everyone involved was that she got what she deserved trying to stave my squash in w/one of them BIG beer bottles. It seems that they spent a few months ‘looking’ for me, but from my understanding is the MPs didn’t try that hard under the circumstances… Go figure right?
And as a side note? A funny thing is the right hand ring finger knuckle is still flattened from that punch… Best punch I ever threw TBH.
FAFO indeed amiright?
So More Later
Big Country
Yeah, sounds like he joined a cult.
Dude, those little girls bring life, and repel bitterness. Yer fortunate, the nukulear one might kill you, LOL. Reminds me of recovering open heart patients. We push them really hard, but my theory was always yer either gonna get better or die trying. I never lost one of them doing that, not even a single fall cuz of it.
I’ve never understood people who don’t like kids, I mean they don’t have the BS masks we adults develop.
Congrats, since their outlook sucked not too long ago.
Chivalry really was a thing.
So far, only had to hit one broad.
Bullwinkles, early 90s, Tallahassee while I was in laser school, my birthday, by myself, drunk as fuck on Jagermeister.
In the outside bar in the back, it was dead. Bought this kinda hot (I think) chick a drink and she promptly walked over to me and started slapping me…the beginning of the femanazi movement. Screaming “you think you can get into my pants with a drink?!” I’m kinda dumbfound, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, the bartender sees it and calls for security just as I caught her hand mid swing (about the 4th or 5th one if I recall) and tell her to not hit me again. The bartender is now trying to hop over to stop this psycho bitch when she threw another shot.
By this time, I had sobered up, and said “fuck it” with a left hook she didn’t see coming. Knocked her the fuck out.
Bartender looked down at her and said “that was a hell of a shot! Your next drink is on me”.
Security came, bartender explained, and they dragged her limp ass out.
Just nursed a draft after that one. Never bought a drink for a girl again after that.
Good times…
Never hit a woman in my life. Had a bad bar experience in my late teens that involved a strip club, being with the wrong people and far too many shots of Cuervo. In spite of being semi-passed out, wound up visiting city then county jail for three days and looking at a possible 20 to life. I’ve avoided bars ever since then. This accounts for me not smacking a woman accidently in a bar fight. Was the late 70s, feminazis hadn’t really bloomed yet anyway.
Not to say I haven’t “wanted” to hit some women since then but I was raised to believe that unless a woman decided to fight you like a man you didn’t hit them.
Shooter
Never had to, but one of the regulars at a bar I bounced at as a yoof leveled a girl who was about to stab me.
Donna’s Place, Rockland, MA. 1999. Great local bar, I got hired to beat the bag off off the Cape Verdeans who were selling coke and H in the parking lot and bathrooms… in a place and time where black guys stuck out like a fly in a bowl of milk, these retards weren’t hard to find.
I had watched some 5’4″ trashbag scream at his section 8 queen gf, work himself up to hauling off on her, and the moment he did (a full power open hand slap to the face), I went apeshit on him, comic book style. After, I picked him up by his hair and his belt and half-dragged him out the door. While doing this I heard that ‘whoa!’ that comes from a group of people, and after bum rushing the guy out, turned around to see the Queen of The Projects face down and a knife on the carpet. One of the regulars had absolutely had my back.
I bounced at some shitty bars and clubs in Boston, got my ass kicked on occasion there, but that bar full of working class suburbanites had some of the sketchiest brawls I was ever in, including a skil-saw blade frisbee fight between 2 illegal alien Irish twin brothers in the parking lot.
A short few years ago, when I was 56-57, I bounced at Seville Quarter down in Pensacola. Never had to smack a bitch while there…just arm or wrist bar or chicken winged them out.
Can’t say the same for the boys. Some of those 250-300 pound dudes had to feel some pain.
Here’s that 2020 Census data on the new AO. It was done under Emporer Poopypants rules so assume under counting of Whyttes by at least 10%, over counting of dindus by at least 20% and over counting of latinos by 50% or more due to illegals.
Athens Texas. County seat, Henderson County
12,857 total population
Whytte 49.22%
dindu 16.01%
latino 29.75%
other 5%
Population probably hasn’t changed by more than + or – 1000 since 2020.
Henderson County
82,150 total population
Whytte 75.29%
dindu 5.73%
latino 13.68%
other 5.3%
The straight line access from the DFW area is state highway 175. There are a couple of mile long bridges through the bottoms just south of Seagoville which is heavily dindu. I would imagine some enterprising Kaufman County rednecks might have given a thought or two about making those bridges impassable. This would cut off direct access to the invading hordes from DFW. The bottoms isn’t something a city dindu will want to walk 3 miles though and the ground rises a hundred feet or so at Crandall. GOOD defensive terrain with plunging fire and lots of woods for cover. All other access to Athens is 2 lane state highways from moderately dindu free areas and the Trinity River bridges to the east at Malloy bridge road and state highway 34 could easily be made impassable cutting off access to the area from the west. Highway 31 to Corsicana is the next river bridge and is a “long” way south of 34. Its bridge could be dealt with also
So I’m liking the new AO, it has a lot going for it.
Shooter
Know the area fairly well, I work a lot at the power plant in Malakoff/Trinidad.
-rightwingterrorist
Cool. I lived in Kemp for 25 years, know the area down to Trinidad well. Passed through it on the way to Athens about 5pm. Got 300lbs of primo fine sand at my son’s place. Going to put Gun Doods idea for a backstop to work. Anyways, nice to hear from you, former and future neighbor.
Shooter
Somehow I missed Gun Doods idea for a backstop. I’d like to check it out if someone can point me to the infor.
Thanks,
Doc
Hi Doc. It was in regards to NDs, he suggested putting a 5 gallon pail full of sand in the area that you load/unload firearms in. Point firearm at said bucket while doing this. If you have an ND, no harm, no foul, just noisy. I’m going to adapt his idea a bit and put enough buckets to cover a 2 to 3′ front facing me. Stagger another row behind those. Ersatz bullet trap. Wet the sand some before shooting, won’t run out of the bullet holes very fast. Drill a 1/4″ drain hole at 3 equal spaced spots at the very bottom so water won’t be retained long term. Use cheap 100 mph tape to cover holes after shooting session. Buckets will have to be replaced occasionally but I have access to free buckets and free sand so no biggie. This was I can shoot some at home safely, crowded area. Short range pistol calibers only. Hope that helps.
Shooter
Proverbs 27:17 is the correct reference for your awesome Pepe/Frens meme, just figured you’d like to know.
No one can ever criticize anyone for doing whats right for a kid…………………………………………………………………………. best punch i ever threw: in a minor scuffle with a drunken moron who for some reason decided I was his target for the evening, came from downtown with an uppercut I had been working on, and knocked him literally over the couch. still remember that feeling tho I think my hand was sore longer than his jaw ……………………………………………………………………………………………. I’ve never hit a female, period (siblings before puberty don’t count, right?).
I’m with you in that ‘I was abused’ bullshit from a soon-2-be ex.
The Ex was a ‘devout’ Catholic, as am I now. The only way you can separate is if there is emotional or physical abuse such that a priest (who should’ve been counseling you) deems you are better off apart. The next clause in that rule is that as soon as the situation is cleared, you are compelled to return to your spouse.
There is no divorce.
So that’s what Herself had to do to justify leaving – make me into a monster drunk. I wasn’t. Never hit her, never even yelled at her. I’d get lit up and ignore her bullshit.
But I’m sure that’s the tale she told. I have old friends (mutual ones) that skitter away from me like I’m a leper. Others that thousand yard stare as they pass me. I’d be minding my own business at a social function at Church and notice her old bitty friends giving me the stink-eye.
Fuggit. The priests (who were stunned to find out she filed for divorce) know me, and know it’s bullshit. Regardless, I bailed out of there. No reason to live up there. Moved towns, got a new woman, built a new life.
BTW after the papers are signed, watch out. Women 45-60, never married, divorced, widowed are plentiful. You want another one, there’ll be one around.
After my bitch Ex got the divorce while having a long term fair, she had the nerve to try and get an annulment in the Catholic Church.
We were both Catholic and for grounds she put that I was a secret homo. 😮
Unfortunately for her I got to respond and I told all about her affairs and named names. 😀
Word got around and she dropped the whole thing.
My wife of now almost 10 years got a laugh about my supposed secret homosexual ways.
My ex —- fuck that bitch but I will stress that during and after a divorce with the ex feeling scorned and pissed, I wouldn’t put it past her to make up lies about BCE. Be careful dude.
Secret homo? FFFs. But dropping names to prove your straight….? That’s awesome. lol well done
Might be a lesson in there on women because it sure seems to me that the ones who get beat will cover for their men and say he didn’t do nothing and the ones who treat their women good get lied about that they were abused…
You’ve noticed that, eh? Funny how that works.
“Women 45-60, never married, divorced, widowed are plentiful. You want another one, there’ll be one around.”
Just to second that Big Country, but watch out the crazy lies pretty deep in the modern woman. Split if you see it.
Sean Connery on hitting women
https://youtu.be/9BYaCTArrF0?si=39M0-_A2bcWWr4YD
Three lessons that have always served me well: 1.) Life ain’t black and white, it’s shades of grey; 2.) Nothing occurs in a vacuum, everything happens for a reason – cause and effect; 3.) Everyone’s got a story and most folks on the outside only get the Cliff’s Note’s version, if that.
You got a lotta folks here that are deeply vested in your health and welfare, which is awesome.
Me? I never was worried about you ’cause I know you know what you’re doing. If you’re taking a certain course of action, there’s a damn good reason for it. I’m just glad you’ve landed on your feet and you’re happy. Hopefully it stays that way for the forseeable future.
Interesting Tucker Carlson interview regarding drugs and assignations being run out of Ft Bragg.
https://x.com/TuckerCarlson/status/1956400503023141025?t=434
That quote is not from Isaiah; it is Proverbs 27:17.
But it is true.
Funny that. I must have dyslexia as I looked up Proverbs 17:27. It works for these commenters….. And Proverbs 27:15 might match the soon-to-be ex.
Since your dog has been cut and you’ve been SWAT’d, it’s not a stretch that Wrinkly Ol’ Granny Gretch would claim that you and Sapper were “inappropriate” with a child left in your care overnight. Sad to even have to bring it up, but man be very, very careful about time you spend with those kids unsupervised…
This right here. Someone who is warped enough to hurt your dog, is warped enough to manipulate her grandaughter to get back at you.
Even fraudulent allegations of this nature can have a massive impact on the person accused. Be very careful as she will plan to get back at you anyway she can……….
They say Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Well, I’m pretty sure these harpies “know” that a whole board full of people are scorning them. And believe me, they are hating us almost as much as BC for trying to support and protect our brother from their wrath.
A lot of us want you to have what you want BC. IF it can be done safely. It would really annoy me to see these skanks rack up any kind of a win. The nanny cams are a great idea. Put in a cheap dash cam and “turn it around” so it records the vehicle interior. Make damn sure the archived video is readable, took me 3 dash cams from the Zon to get 1 that worked. Just some ideas BC. Don’t let the bitches win bro.
Shooter
Yea you know the fat ass saggy titty bitch is reading every comment going those fucking assholes are going to ruin my plans to get everything and I will be stuck living with mom, dad, daughter forever…
Damn right they are Lineman. On the funny side, like El Rushbo used to say, we get to live in their heads rent free, lol.
Shooter
“They say Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
True, but even the devil is terrified of a man with nothing left to lose.
Amen, Sedition. Then the cunt acts surpised as their life gets destroyed. It’s rough on the man though. We can fix this before it gets to that.
Shooter
That is EXACTLY what I was thinking, Berglander.
I dunno what Florida law says about recordings, as in Ring cam for your porch, and “nanny cam” type stuff inside the house (multiple cams in different rooms, especially where Red will sleep), but if those are legal in FL you should have both running the entire time you have Red. A nominal “dashcam” for the car will at least have audio while in transit with the kid.
I think FL is a two-party consent state, so it might not be legal, but if you can do it, I’d have (and keep/archive) recordings of ALL your time with the gran. (Does that sound paranoid? Hell yeah it’s paranoid. That’s not the question though. The question is: Are you paranoid ENOUGH?)
^^^^^^^ THIS. Before the 1st visit preferrably.
Shooter
Get written consent from anyone that comes in, if they balk, tell them to come back another time. Get consent from Trapper and the kids. The kid’s consent might not count for much but you’ll have it.
Shooter
Yea any visitation would definitely be under supervision unless you want to end up in jail for a long damn time…She would love to see that and her get the house and all the rest of your stuff…Littles can be convinced to do stuff if enough pressure or bribes are applied and then if you have no evidence to the contrary your are fucked…
I was just going to post this. BC would be insane to accept overnight visitation w/ those kids with just he and Sapper there. BC, do not under any circumstances have those kids over without a female friend or relative at the house with you for their entire visit. Otherwise, as the o/p stated you are just begging to get hit with a DCS complaint and visit from your friendly DCS nazi’s. Don’t do it.
…. and she didn’t have any tits that ‘registered’ if’n you know what I mean…
… and left her “half-retarded”
JHC.. I’m crying… LMAO….
every man eventually comes to a point where he just says ‘fuck it’ and cuts out everything that is a liability, stressful, costly, or has no value to him…
i reached my point about 7 years ago and it was the best thing ‘for me’ that i ever did. there is no drama in my life At. All.
my rendezvous with destiny without any strings holding me back is now waiting for me to claim it.
i have mastered my life and all the bullshit that came with it.
that is my personal vision of success. yours may be different..
when i said i have no drama, i meant from people who i once knew..
i still have to deal with the american scum whenever i am in contact with them. what a bunch of losers! fucking low lives are as stupid as they come- hence, why i have nothing to do with people as much as possible. the fact is, 9 out of 10 are not only dumbshits, they are just plain evil bastards and if you give them a chance to fuck you- they will. that’s all they have in life at this point, due to extremely poor choices they made and continue to make on a daily basis. more tattoos, more drink and drugs, more entertainment, more children they can’t afford and they wonder why they failed so badly at life……….. misery loves company and boy is there a lot of misery out there. please take sage advice BCE and withdraw… or not
https://x.com/wideawake_media/status/1955918364360028660
Went to the ‘Goose back in the day (83-84). My card number was 2112. Lots of fun with that number, but not like you’d hear much Rush there.
Strange relations we make in life. I have turned my back on a lot of blood relatives but I have a strong family.
Bro…you need to step back. Situational awareness. Please back off. Just sayin.
BCE- it is admirable that you intend to try and remain a stabilizing influence on the grandkids lives. But I share the concern already voiced over contact with them – especially the “weekend with Grandpa” you are planning – as a point of entry for bad shit to come down upon you. It will particularly gall SWMNBSO and DC that you will be spending time with the nooklear redhead, when DC lost custody, and you aren’t even a blood relation. That’s the kind of thing that will cause a bitter woman to seek vengeance of the most intensive kind; it’ll have them burning with rage that such an arrangement has come to pass.
Please be careful man, I’ve seen guys get rekt with false accusations (and often with no real recourse once they’ve been levelled).
Just a thought here, but if – as you say – the Gran is slightly ADHD, she needs to be diagnosed by an OUTSIDE Professional ASAP to insure that the school doesn’t decide that she needs to be put on Ritalin or some other *&$* ** drug of their choice. This will also help keep DCF from stopping by to check up on her “well being” after the school decides “she might be at risk”.
One more agreement with the above advice, to include your entire inet setup and access. In todays world I know of several setups or attempted setups that caused enough doubt in those cases, to seriously dent your life. Cyber security if you will. I may be preachin to the choir but in today’s world I could see that being not so good. Just tryin to help cover the bases. It’s what we do!
Off topic.
Dammit. I’ve got the EDC jones again. Devin says as my friend he should try to stop me but as my facilitator, buy baby buy. He says completely ridiculous thing like that I’m addicted. Pfffttt. That’s crazy talk.
Latest bug to bite, Diamondback SDR J frame sized revolver. .357 magnum, SIX shot, .1″ wider than a Ruger .357, pushbutton release like a Ruger or Kimber, pushbutton removeable cylinder, Adjustable replaceable fiber optic sights, recessed target crown. Will fit my current pocket holster. I want to trade in my 856 for a matte stainless one. I’m wracking my brain for a way to pay the difference, maybe at the end of Sep. or Nov. The Cimarron and BPS will have to wait a while, not going to EDC those.
Did I mention it’s completely American sourced and made? I’m a sucker for that. Family owned in Cocoa Florida.
Shooter
There were a lot of trannys in Germany that hung out in the bars and clubs GIs liked to hang out in. I got to the point in Mainz and Wiesbaden that “she” was a “he” unless proven otherwise.
There was one girl I hung out with who a lot of guys weren’t sure about. She was basically a-sexual, as in didn’t get into a relationship with anyone. Tall skinny blonde – no real pronounced female “assets”, but not unattractive. A pirate’s dream. Cool as hell, though. I halfway think she was an agent for the Commies or Red Brigades or something. She’d always just show up in places you never expected to see her. Because of my suspicions, I never talked shop with her, but I know plenty of dudes did, especially the ones who thought they would be the one to get her. She didn’t drink, had a car, and wouldn’t hesitate to give a drunk GI a ride back to the barracks if he needed one. Seems like she never had trouble getting someone to sign her on to the kaserne. She was definitely a “she”, though. Don’t ask how I found out.