Peter, you write a pretty bleak picture.

Bobert: If you are sent off to some third world country, I will make it a point to pack a sack lunch for you, and I'll be on the dock waving my hanky until the ship disappears over the horizon. Farewell, I'll say, farewell to a fond foe who fought the battle well, he just fought on the wrong side.

Then I will get in my stretch limousine and ask my driver to take me back to my palatial mansion where I will engage in counting my oil stocks (primarily Bush/Iraqi Oil Company Stock), and sipping mint juleps!

Bobert, old friend (*SOB!*), I'm gonna miss ya'!
:>)
DougR