Rock sat in the passengers seat of an old, white, heavy-duty work van driven by his high school friend Mark Rogers. They were about to exit a U.S. Army post in Europe, distinguished like most by its ancient rock buildings, when Rogers came to a stop just short of a guard shack at the post's perimeter. Rock turned to see a bee fly out through the driver's side window and Rogers reach for his throat.
"Did that bee sting you?" Rock said. "Are you having a reaction?"
Rogers, in clear agony, nodded enough to affirm Rock's guess.
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