my most memorable memory of amberg was when PFC Conrad and I were returning from the little chicken house, the one that made such good fried chicken and fries. we had a habit of running up that hill that angled off from the main gate, and the night in question we were running up that hill, very drunk, and the gate guards were all cheering us on. little did we know that right behind us was a polizei VW van. we almost made it to the gate when the van pulled aound us, and we had several types of firearms pointed at us. we were thrown in the van, and we thought we were being kidnapped, but they took us to the German military hospital and drew blood, it wasnt till this point and the MPs showed up that we found out that someone had vandalized a BMW in town and they thought it was us. the MPs took us from there, and threw us in the back of their van, and took us back down the hill to be identified. apparently someone couldnt figure out till then it was 2 caucasians that broke the attenae and the owner said it wasnt us. so the MPs threw us back in the van and dumped us at pond barracks. to this day i cant stand MPs. but i still remember that chicken.