So here is my “comfortably numb” story. The year was 1980 as a Marine it was not a good year. We had been lounging in a cave waiting to pounce for just over thirty days eating the same cans of spam all three meals every single day and night for the entire time we stayed.The cans were all marked with Mfg. Dates from the 1950s for the Korean War. Long story short when we left the desert to come back to US soil we made a little detour and stopped in Europe. We had been in isolation for months, no contact with outside world no music no food. My wife sent me a letter during that time and they returned it to her address unknown! Hah! That should have been a clue, anyway. They decided to give us liberty, our unit had to maintain 50% mission ready at all times so we drew straws to see who got first liberty rotation. I was fortunate enough to go, we decided to go see a movie and drink beer. None of us could read write or speak the native language. We did not care, so we show up at movie theater and manage to get in. While waiting for movie the theater pipes in music, yep Pink Floyd! Keep in mind none of us has heard anything but radio (military) chatter for months. We bust out air guitars and drums stand up and we are an instant air band! That broke the ice for the whole theater! Next thing you know we got adopted by some locals and partied all night. But that is another story. Funny how music evokes memories both good and bad.