Too bad it wasn't one of the "friendly Paga crocodiles" I saw on the news the other night. As the website says, they are a "mystry" that "burfles" the mind. You go in first.

http://www.ghanatour.org/GhanaTourHome/rattractions/ueast.htm

Great googly-moo. Where in the world did you find that?

Well, your post reminded me of what I'd seen on the news (I lived in Kenya for a while and the TV video scared the crap out of me) and so I web-searched "friendly crocodiles."

What were you doing in Kenya?
Thanks for setting me straight about the sweet and gentle disposition of crocodiles. I've been walking around in the darkness of ignorance.

Peace Corps, after I served (as an enlisted man) in the TANG with George Bush (not kidding).

If you ever see the book "Eyelids of Morning" about crocs, there is a picture in there of a cardboard box full of human limbs. That's what they got out of the croc that ate an idiot Peace Corps volunteer in Kenya (RIP) who decided the villagers' warnings weren't for him. It was a big 'un. Was coming up into the village and eating goats and kids. Guess, they shoulda' taken the seminar at Paga.

I swear, the people who comment here are so full of surprises. It's the neatest thing in the world for me hear about this stuff.
Carl in Atlanta saw Duane AND got to pet General Lee's horse, Traveller, in those years between interments.
Did you ever see President Bush when you were in the TANG? My unit was an aerial exploitation one and we seldom saw our pilots.

LOL@the croc seminar.

"Did you ever see President Bush when you were in the TANG?"

Now why does everybody ask me that? :-)

"My unit was an aerial exploitation one and we seldom saw our pilots."

And there's your answer. I was a weather observer and either up in the tower or in the briefing room. I suppose I could have seen Dubya come in for a weather briefing, but hell, in those days I didn't even know who his dad was. I did see Alan Shepherd once. Our airbase, Ellington AFB, was eliminated some years ago in a round of base closings, but when I was there it was the main base for the astronauts to fly their jets in and out of. We were next to Mission Control outside of Houston.

One of my enlisted weather-observer buddies was a college grad and the TANG tried to get him to retrain to be a pilot. He refused because it was a two-year, full-time, flight school. Tell you what -- I'd sit in the tower and watch those guys ride those rockets straight up and say, "Not for me, thank you."

I'm thinking of doing a piece on my website about "my service with Dubya." I will tell people Dubya and I fought together at the Battle of the Chateaubriand, an event _seared_ in my memory.