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combination of pool and rugby played on a billiard table. To the left, against the far<br />
wall, was a stage, although there was no band. A rainbow-colored jukebox the size<br />
of a Dumpster was cranked up, and about a dozen flight-suits were jumping around<br />
to “Viva Las Vegas.” Looking closely, I saw a few female officers from the<br />
AWACS surrounded by swarms of men. The girls weren’t good-looking, and the<br />
flight suits definitely didn’t help, but they were the only women in the place, and<br />
they were having a good time. The male officers from AWACS were nowhere to be<br />
seen. Go figure.<br />
Squinting at the shadows, I saw one table of four very serious, dark-skinned<br />
pilots with perfect hair, clean flight suits, and all their patches. They’d given up<br />
trying to figure out the Crud game and were watching the women and the dancing.<br />
Turks.<br />
I thought they were drinking water, until one of them poured another round of<br />
something clear from an unmarked bottle.<br />
“What’s that” I yelled in MooMan’s ear and pointed at the Turks.<br />
“I’ll show you. Raki!” he screamed at the bartender, who returned with two<br />
shot glasses and a bottle of the clear stuff.<br />
He winked again and gave the standard German toast: “Prost.”<br />
My eyes watered and the room wobbled. Raki. Turkish hooch. It tasted like<br />
tobacco spit mixed with licorice. I tried not to throw up, and very carefully cradled<br />
the toxic shot glass in my hand. MooMan laughed and wandered off. I found my<br />
young captain buddies, and we leaned against the bar to watch the Crud game.<br />
It’s actually a pretty simple game, which only uses two balls—the colored<br />
“object” ball and the white “shooter” ball. It’s played with two teams of almost any<br />
size, and the goal is to kill off your opponents by sinking the object ball into any<br />
pocket. Naturally, this is resisted by the other team. Everyone takes turns shooting,<br />
and if you sink the ball, then whoever shot before you loses a life. When you lose<br />
three lives, you’re gone. There are really only two rules. You can’t hit the referee<br />
(at all) and you have to shoot from the ends of the table. Beyond that, the rules<br />
vary depending on who’s playing, who’s watching (women), and how much<br />
everyone’s had to drink.<br />
Tonight was the full menu of testosterone, adrenaline, and alcohol. After a day<br />
of combat missions, with some women watching, it was a wild game. Any force,<br />
short of lethal force, was allowed to block shots, keep shooters from the table, and<br />
otherwise screw up the other side. A few of the players were limping, and several<br />
had been sidelined with gashed faces and broken noses.<br />
Now, Officer’s Clubs are open to all officers. But on fighter bases, it’s a rare or