The position of Jarek’s chair gave him a good view of both the firing range and the barbeque, the latter getting the bulk of his attention. He was enjoying the warm summer evening as well as the large mug of coffee in his hand. The only thing this evening was missing was a guitar. A steady drone alerted him to the presence of a plane. Looking up he spotted a C-130, though he couldn’t guess the altitude, and wondered where was it heading and what was its cargo. The wind brought the smell of the meat toward him and he drew a deep breath, wondering how could anyone resist that and be a vegetarian.