LOL...I did some time at Gitmo in 1977. Patrolling the No Man's Land between our territory and Cuban ground. LOL One night an over eager Cuban soldier chucked a grenade over at us and I was grazed in the tush by a fragment. After I got done cussing it was funny. I remember it well cause it was August 16, 1977. When we got back to the guard shack, with me cussing and fuming, the guy on radio watch informed us the king had died. I shouted "The king of what!!!" Who gives a s*** can't you see I'm hurt?" After I settled down, we learned of the demise of Elvis LOL The radio guy was awfully upset. LOL Not for me but "The King" LOL