On the sidelines throughout the day, souvenir horse-trading was taking place. The TNI guys were like kids at a soccer tournament… they wanted mementos- and just about all uniform parts were fair game.
Karl swapped his shoes, Brian traded his USS Teddy Roosevelt belt buckle, Maj Craig exhausted his supply of unit coins, patches, name tapes, beret,,, if it came off, it was asked for.
I almost lost my belt, shoes, ribbons & cover- but since I only have 1 of each in country, and I’m not going home for a while- I still need those. “Ask Maj Behel guys!” ha ha. I sold the other Marine down-river there.

After the final question-answer period, all the TNI guys were happy that we had come & had this week together, and applauded us. I got invitations to come stay with at least 4 of them as I’m traveling around! I hope to take them up on their friendly offers.

For dinner, we all went out together tonight, to an American restaurant.
The sign out front was one of the funniest I’ve seen.