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Just a caveat, I have never been to Grenada, or Panama, but to other places. Some were pristine, where springs gurgled and pungent pines clung hastily to the rocks. They say the upper tributaries of Northern Minnesota forming the Mississippi run swift and clear. I can say the bass are hungry there and mosquitoes fat. I donated blood while canoeing the eddies and dropping hooks, but in the swill, clear thoughts give way to muddied waters with bacteria so thick you can make a paste of it, and not the good kind... As my mind wandered again through some of the cesspools I'd entrenched I vaguely heard my name... "Baxter, Hey Baxter, report to the CO, immediately!" ("Oh great, now what," I thought?) Off in motion to a different kind of swill, Officer Kind! "Baxter," he said, "it's been brought to my attention you have not taken leave in months, yet you're gone most of the time and rumors are flying." "The long and short of it is the IG and his people are spending a week on the base and I don't want you within a hundred miles. I can't afford anyone talking or even seeing you without being squeezed in a jam, so I cut you orders for 3 weeks out!"