Up the road where I live, there are ten or twelve houses where some British soldier families live, from the British garrison in town here, and they had gathered and set up a big BBQ and plenty of colours and flags and children flocking around. Half of the batallion must have gathered there
I passed there this morning, on bicycle, and while carefully driving cycles and turns around the little kids all around, I threw one of the men some words of greeting, asking "Children birthday, eh?"
I still try to find out what the expression on his face meant. "Shock and awe" might be the best description.
Maybe I find out for sure and to my disadvantage next time we meet.
Surely our British guests qualify as being a bit exotic!