Editor’s note: This story comes from SN, a SOFREP reader, fellow intel guy, and good friend of mine. He had shared a mini AAR on his travels to Europe with me and I realized it was too good to pass up. Take what lessons and notes you can from his experience, and enjoy the story that goes along with it. This is part two of his experience.—14C

After spending a day in Rome and seeing the Coliseum, I did not want to spend another night in the city. So I ended up purchasing a ticket for a night train from Rome to Munich. I figured it would be an easy way to use my time effectively—I just wanted to get back to the States (Space-A out of Ramstein).

When I got on the train, the car I was assigned to was like something out of the Harry Potter books. Each cabin had room for about six people and was separated from the main hallway by a glass door/wall. Everything was dark-stained wood or glass—actually a pretty fancy old train car in my opinion.

I had gotten to the train early, so no one had entered my cabin yet. As I sat there, planning my return to Kaiserslautern and the Air Force base, my cabin door opened. To my surprise, a group of five Italian high school girls filled up my cabin. They were all very bashful and kept encouraging the bravest among them to talk to me. Finally one of them worked up the courage to ask me, “Do you speak English?”