Last spring, our tactical situation was often difficult. We had to employ our best knowledge about stealth, infiltration and subversion to fulfill our missions. The enemy was extremely watchful. Scaling the fences and foiling the anti-intrusion measures took every last bit of courage and smartness we could muster. Sometimes our own booby traps from prior engagements compounded the complexity of our attempts. In rare cases, HQ seemed to have pitted us against each other. It was a spring, as we say, full of metal.
At present we enjoy our well deserved summer break.
Next spring will probably have us return to risk constellations we can’t fathom but have to negotiate nonetheless.
We were different in the fifties
Moving is moving
Schläft ein Lied in allen Dingen