Back during the Cold War, I served a stint over in Germany in a leg infantry unit (non-airborne) prior to my service with the 82nd Airborne and then SF. I was a young Corporal, and I was driving one of our Battalion Commanders (I speak fluent German; therefore, the Sergeant Major “volunteered” me), and we were in a hummer heading north. I was in the far right lane on the Autobahn; I saw a carpull up on my left fast, and then pass me as if I was standing still. I saw the plates, and they were…Soviet!
I almost had a stroke. The car was pulling off to the side of the road about ¼ mile ahead of us. I grabbed the radio and called back to BN HQ, reporting the sighting. In West Germany, yet! The adrenaline was rolling, and my M-16 was in the mount-clip next to me.
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