Hi Bill
It’s good to hear from you after all these years.
I do indeed remember that time in Paris and all the laughs we had. I also remember being asked to leave the Eifel Tower because you and Bob were floating funny looking balloons off the top. For some reason the Frog cops didn’t think that was funny.

Another fun trip was Casablanca. Remember that? No hot water for showers and no drinking water. Had to drink a lot of beer to survive.War was Hell!

My wife and I went to Branson last fall and had a really good trip. Doyle did a hell of a job setting it up.
It brought back a lot of good memories and was long over due.

I hope you’re feeling better and can make this years reunion in Myrtle Beach.
Until then, best wishes and thanks for getting in touch.

Regards
"Flip"Froeba

This article came from the local Rhein Main AFB newspaper.

The only claim that Arab (pronounced a-rab) has to mark him in common with other mongrels is that he actually looks like he belongs to the species Canis of the genus carnivora. Beyond that no futher claim can be made for him. When I first decided to interview Arab I could’t get a word in edge wise, with all that Yip-Yapping and defiant growling. His attitude didn’t impress me one bit and I was preparing to crouch on all fours ready and willing to share his unsociabilities when A/3C George Froeba explained that Arab didn’t have anything personel against me...it was just that he didn’t like officers."You see Sir," Flip Froeba began,"I bought him in Casablanca for 250 Francs (75c) from one of Ali Baba’s Arabians who had perfected the technique of selling him to tourist and then retrieving him with a whistle from around a corner. Only this time I fooled the African huskster and hung on to Arab to make his tenth sale that day the last one". This was all very interesting but hardly explained why Arab relishes sardines and onions with his beer or why he jumps at propellers when the engines are running. Flip had an answer for this one too. "It seems that on cold mornings Arab liks to sit under the warm exhaust of the Putt-Putt, and whenever the engines are started he knows that you (Officers) are going to take it all away from him". Well, it was beginning to make more sense now though I didn’t care to give Arab that much credit. Thinking the interview a failure I turnd to leave and here Arab finally made an impression on me....right on the seat of my pants. Lt. L.J. Del Do

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