From Iceland. Not nearly the strategic spot it used to be given no more USSR.
A friend of mine at work actually served at Keflavik.
One of those places I've always wanted to get to, with the all the history of Vikings explorers
and (naturally) all the blonde women. Who undoubtedly like American guys. Of which I'm a prime (if slightly dented) example.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
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