I have just learned that my Kriegsbruder, Legionnaire Jeanpierre 352, has answered his last roll call. He and I were the last living members of the Order of the Whistling Pig. Sadly, because both of us had health issues which prevented us from traveling, we had not seen each other for several years. He asked me to pour a final toast of Scotch on his grave, insisting that I filter it through my kidneys so that it wouldn't be wasted. I deeply regret that I will not be able to keep that promise to him. Please, if you can, raise a glass to him.