Sitting at a barbecue in a Belgian hangar in what used to be Yugoslavia, having a burger and a beer with a 2 Yanks, a German, 2 Russians and 2 Hungarians from the comms site on the top of Goles mountain, discussing (well slurring at each other in a variety of languages none of us understood, but I think that was the general drift) how 10 years ago we would have been shooting at each other.
No strippers though.
Shame that.