My father, a Captain in the Air Force, was stationed at Sidi Slimane Air Base, Morocco, Africa, in 1953/1954. A Strategic Air Command base, the rules should have been much more strict, but...I rode my bicycle all over the Atlantic coast, at Media Plage, (French for White Beach). the French Algerian War was in full swing, the French Moroccan War was in the terror pre-war phase, with French Foreign Legion unitscamped in small tents, near our home. I rode for miles, gone much of the day on Saturdays, Sundays, playing with kids who were Arabs, Beduin, French. None of us spoke the languages of the others... When the two USAF MPs were 'accidently' murdered by the rebels, all the US military families were ordered to move into base housing, 30 miles away. New territoty for this 7 year old to explore, as I rode off base, right through the gates! One Saturday, I was met an hour away from home, by a Sirocco, aka, Hurricane! Cat 3 winds gusting to Cat 4, made me walk my bicycle, for about 15 miles, to arrive home very wet, but, happy! Never stopped my adventures, and did a 20 year USAF career, serving in 15 nations, and, with millions of others, caused extreme anxiety for all America's enemies. Now, I am olderthan most of you, and consider all the sissy rules as stupid paranoia, but, do have my many firearms locked and loaded, because rapid response, and calm resolve, from making a call, to taking out a perp or thug with one shot, one kill accuracy, is my forte. Not paranoid, just prepared. MOLON LABE! Now, back to fixing up computers with the install of Linux Mint, for all the kids, FreeNAS, PC BSD, and more, for all the newbies. FLOSS ONLY, since 1997!