14th May 2009, 02:11 PM
I worked in Beirut in the mid 90's at a time when the Israeli's were bombing. I remember some pleasant evenings on the roof of our building, more chilled out than normal due to Gin and Tonic, basking in the soft, warm wind, watching the strafing lines of tracer fire going up over the city. A spent shell fell on site one day that had people diving for cover. Happy days. We must've been nuts.