When I was a little boy, I wanted to be a Viking when I grew up. That whole idea of berserking really appealed to me. The idea of getting full of Mead also sounded good.
When I got old enough to enlist I couldn't find any Viking recruiters so I settled for the Marine Corps. Not a whole lot of difference. Except, there was no Mead in the chow hall.
Fermented honey. Maybe the oldest form of alcoholic beverage. The Irish were ahead of the game, even back then.
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