A non-eventful evening of flying, so Frau RTR asked me to stop at the butchers on my way home from the war:
There must be a butcher around here somewhere!
hmmm..up here maybe?
What's this? Ahha! A Gasthaus:)
Too late now for the Butchers, so a stop for a few Schnapps with Ernst and Herman at the Officers club. Parking is never a problem here!
Frau RTR is going to be angry!
