I was sleeping in the barracks of the 94th Engineer Battalion, stationed in Germany, when I heard a knock on the door. I answered it; it was the CQ officer asking me to open up the supply room and issue out some linen for a new soldier. I wouldn't be so pissed off had I not came off CQ myself; but it's my job, so I had to do it. I went downstairs to find this soldier named Scott Collins. He was from Seattle, WA. Once I issued him his linen, I'd asked him, "So, what are you up to tonight?". He goes,"Uh, I don't know; I don't know where to go.". Now you know what this means... :dev1: TO THE S-BAHN...CHARGE!!!! We took the train to Frankfurt; man, this city is awesome because has a similar resemblence to manhattan. I told him to let me know when he sees the "Neon Pyramid", that being the glowing top of Frankfurt's Messehalle skyscraper. He saw it and I knew we were there. I'd warned him before we got off the train, "Ok, Dorothy, hang on tight; you're about to enter the Land of OZ". Our first STOP, the RED LIGHT DISTRICT; located one block away from the bahnhoft, it's the entertainment capital of the city. I took him to the "top cat" bar and told him I'll be right back. I'd walked around the block to call my then girlfriend, who was german, and told her what I'd done; She busted a gut laughing; she then recommended one of her girlfriends; I said, "OK, send her over". I go back into the Top Cat to find Scott confused. I'd asked him what's wrong and he complained that a girl walked up to him, asked him to step into a covered booth and buy her a drink. The problem.. that one drink cost 65 Marks, or 40 dollars. I finally had to let him off the hook and told him that the bar was actually a role playing brothel. Then I said,"Hey guys, come on in!". The rest of my friends, who were soldiers, came in and sprayed cheap champaigne all over him. In layman's terms, it was a hazing ritual. Within minutes after the hazing, my girlfriend and her friend showed up. As a group, we showed Scott the entire town, including the dance club "the magic box", which had the group SNAP (I got the power) playing that night. Afterwards, we'd parted ways with the other soldiers, it was me and my girl, along with scott and my girl's friend. My girlfriend was rather how shall I say adventurous; she was driving on the opposite side of the street most of the way to her house, just for the sake of scaring the hell out of us. Scott went nuts about her driving, from there, came an exchange of words that would etch a permanent place in my memory. Scott turned to me and said, "Oh man, we're going to die!". I jokingly responded back, "I'm not going to die..You will." We didn't die that night; instead, we had a good night with the girls and we went back to the barracks as friends... That was the first thing that went through my mind as I processed Scott Collin's body for transport from our turkish base to Germany. He was killed when his fuel truck was slamed into by a car driven by an insurgent. The poisonous irony..He was a better soldier than I was. He out performed me at all but the PT testing level. We were both battling for the next promotion and I got it, at the expense of his death. As I observe this Veterans Day, I feel even more proud to be a democrat and I have much repsect for every republican that'd served. For even though my friend Scott Collins was a Republican and I was a Democrat; for one moment in time, we were bothers, because we were both willing to fight and die for our country together. God bless you Scott.