Orange flags waved in Eindhoven amidst a sea of jubilant cheers. People pulled them into hugs and handshakes, offering cigarettes and other treats. A few of the bolder girls dared to kiss their heroes, and Winters was quite surprised when a young Dutch woman threw her arms around him and planted a direct kiss on his mouth. She was gone the next moment, dashing off to thank the rest of the company, no doubt.
Story Notes:Written in 2010.
Winters was faintly amused. Nixon, not so much—that little public display of affection had raised a flag of his own, and it was monster green.