I was roaming around outside work one day and ran into a fellow vet (Desert Storm guy) having a smoke. He didn't know I was approaching him. As I came up to him, I heard him reciting the "military alphabet". He got to "lima" and I said "mike". I guess I caught him in a private moment but when he heard my follow-up and saw it was me, we had a back slapping laugh. Over the years, I'd walk past his desk and give him a subtle shout out ... one day it would be "zulu" .. another it could be "kilo". But everyday it was an acknowledgement and we knew what it meant.