To: Hawkmoon who wrote (320 ) 3/13/1999 9:47:00 PM From: nuke44 Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 765
That's not surprising. In the 18 months I was there, the 17 November terrorist organization claimed responsibility for the deaths of eight American servicemen. I was shocked when I returned to the U.S. and nobody here had a clue. My first day back in the U.S., my wife (now ex-wife) was taken by surprise when I chewed her out for cranking up the car without checking under the hood for bombs. She wanted me to see a shrink. I believe the name of the naval attache was Captain Norton or Norden. It wasn't exactly a Kodak moment, but I can still picture the whole thing in my mind. It was early on the morning of 28 June 88. It was already 90 degrees in the shade and I had the mother of all hangovers. After the bomb, I pissed myself. (literally) I'll never be able to drink Metaxa again. Later that same summer, 17 November launched an attack on a Greek island cruise ship in the Athens port of Piraeus. Ironically, though their professed targets were American and British tourists, they killed 7 Greeks instead. That finally brought some decisive action from the Greek government. Myself and two friends were staying in the U.S. owned Apollon Palace hotel for three days of R and R.. (An interesting story that. The U.S. owned this sumptuous 5 star hotel in Glyfadda, the posh bar and restaurant section of Athens. It was for the use of U.S. embassy and military personnel and their families. There was fine dining, two club/casinos, a beer garden, tennis, and even a basement bowling alley. Military personnel could rent a luxury room for $16 a night with a nice view of the Meditteranean. It was surrounded on all sides by tank traps disguised as tree planters to dissuade would-be car bombers and a 50 foot high rocket fence. When the U.S. closed it's airbase at Hellinikon and downsized it's embassy, it just gave this multi-million dollar facility to the Greek government.) But getting back to my story. My friends and I were returning from dinner, walking along the beach, when we saw a flurry of activity by high speed patrol boats and aircraft just off the coast. There was one Greek air force plane dropping parachute flares. No one seemed to know what was going on, so we returned to the hotel and turned on CNN (the hotel had a satellite dish) to find out that there had been a terrorist attack. We commented that it was pretty damn ironic, that here we were witnesses to these events but we had to turn on an Atlanta television station to actually find out what was going on. One of these days I'm going to write a book.