As a civilian in Germany, I worked for the 29th Area Support Group. One of my colleagues was a crusty Army Senior NCO. While he liked to complain and at times used such “blue” language that one of the German women in the office once pulled him by the ear into the restroom and washed his mouth out with soap, we all knew deep down that he was really an “Oscar the Grouch” with a heart of gold. In fact, we once wrote a poem about him and called him Oscar the Grouch in it. When I first started working with him, he was divorced, with his ex-wife and daughter living in the States.