 Hi Alain, You know, I may spend more time in this forum than I should because the word respect carries so much weight. I believe the happiest time in my life was when I was stationed at Lajes Field, Azores. Respect was at the top of my list. I was a cook in the Inflight Kitchen, which at the time was located right by the Tarmac. The Royal Canadian Air Force stopped there often on the way to England. I became real good friends with Left Tenant Robert King who would be in his fifties now. We laughed and joked, and one day when he left the kitchen and headed back across the Tarmac to his aircraft he left his hat behind. I ran after him and started yelling his name. He couldn't hear me so I cupped my hands and yelled, "Hey, you Canadian Goose!!" When he turned around I put his hat on my head and said, "Well, if you don't want it, I'll take it." As he walked back to get it, the Second Liuetenant from Flight control was yelling at me and threatening to have me court martialed. When Left Tenant King got closer he asked the Second Louie what he was yelling at me for. Left Tenant King pointe to me and said, "Airman Caron can call me anything he wants, and if you do not apology to him right now I will call my commanding officer and we will settle this before a Board of inquiry. Because SIR, you are now instigating an International incident." Bob King came back into my office in Inflight Kitchen and wrote some numbers down on a piece of paper. I don't remember exactly what it was called back then but it was a military phone line where, if you had the proper code you could call anywhere in the world for free. There were a series of numbers but they lead to his private line. He told me that if there were anyrepercussions at all not to hesitate to call. I lost track of him, which is sad because I believe that he was the only person that I have ever met that I respected 100% There were many other stories that I could relate but it would take way too much time. GOD BLESS YOU ~Mike~ http://www.countryvalues65.com 
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