Read Part Two here.

“Hey geo, wait up a sec; got a question for you…”

“Afternoon, Sergeant Major; send it!”

“Which foreign languages are you rated in, French, and what else?”

“French, German, Spanish, Chinese…”

“Ok… ok… hold on… how about you just send me an email with a list when you get a chance today.”

“WILCO, easy, Sergeant Major.”

I wondered what that was all about but didn’t bother to ask; what would be the point in that? That had been months ago, and now I was on the ground in Seattle getting a secondary thrashing from Colonel Klink and the rest of the heroes of Stalag 17.