I was leaving my hootch this morning around 0715, with full gear on (flak, rifle, pistol, etc.). I step out of my door and turn around to pull and verify it is closed, and 30 feet away headed in my direction are about eight people our for a early morning run. I've seen small groups of two or three running, but none this large; it's just too unwieldy in a tight area such as we live in.
"Well, who the #$*& is this?" I thought, remaining in place to avoid getting trampled.
When they got to the 10 feet away mark, I realized it was General Petraeus and his entourage, probably including a couple of guys less than pleased to see me standing there with a pistol and a long gun.
I managed to get out a "Good morning, sir" just as he came abreast of me, but failed to render a salute due to the speed of the event.
"Good morning," he returned as he jogged past, turned to the left, and was gone.
I have heard absolutely nothing but good things about this man. Nice to start the day off with a brush with greatness.