Just a little color from the campfire...
Let me set the scene, its late at night,everyone is a little tense, the smell of cigar smoke and rum in the air, a campfire crackles, As we all try to stay calm after the previous evenings wilding by a band of masked critters the owner of the rocketear begins a tail in his best Robert Shaw from "JAWS" voice....
“SoCal submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, chief. It was comin' back, from the island of Montana De Oro, just delivered the Dutch Ovens. Didn't see the first Raccoon for about a half an hour. Grey One. Thirteen footer. You tell by lookin' from the little mask to the tail. Well, we didn't know. `Cause our waffle mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Very first light, chief. The raccoons come cruisin'. When a raccoon come near a man and then he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the raccoon would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that raccoon, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a raccoon, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many raccoons, maybe a thousand! I’ll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the raccoons took the rest, September 14th 2007 Anyway, we ate a bunch of waffles.