4/12 Infantry: Blue Elvis
I was in the bar in Ettelbruck when Eric Whitmore got his nickname.
The place was packed with GIs and locals, all celebrating the annual commemoration of the liberation of Luxemburg. Most of us were sipping the local beer, a fairly ordinary pils brewed over in Diekirch. For some reason -- and, well, who needs a reason? -- Eric ordered himself an extravagant mixed drink. The key ingredient was blue curacao, which lends an almost magical color to clear spirits. It was like he was holding a cupful of Mediterranean sky.
We were all arsing around singing Hank Williams and Elvis tunes. Out of that, somehow, Blue Elvis was born.
By the way, that drink was filthy. I tried it, that's how I know.
Last time I saw Eric Whitmore was 'round about New Years Eve 1989. He happened to step around the street corner coming down to the Chuck Wagon at the exact moment I was thumping some idiot from 2/68 Armor.
But that's a story for another day.
p.s. Add your name to the roster now!
The place was packed with GIs and locals, all celebrating the annual commemoration of the liberation of Luxemburg. Most of us were sipping the local beer, a fairly ordinary pils brewed over in Diekirch. For some reason -- and, well, who needs a reason? -- Eric ordered himself an extravagant mixed drink. The key ingredient was blue curacao, which lends an almost magical color to clear spirits. It was like he was holding a cupful of Mediterranean sky.
We were all arsing around singing Hank Williams and Elvis tunes. Out of that, somehow, Blue Elvis was born.
By the way, that drink was filthy. I tried it, that's how I know.
Last time I saw Eric Whitmore was 'round about New Years Eve 1989. He happened to step around the street corner coming down to the Chuck Wagon at the exact moment I was thumping some idiot from 2/68 Armor.
But that's a story for another day.
p.s. Add your name to the roster now!
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