One of the guys deployed with my wife in GTMO, asked me to send him some cigars. He wanted me to buy him some Quarums and send them to him. I know he likes Acid's so I sent him some Kuba Kuba and an assortment from my stash. I just find it funny that here this poor guy is in "the promised land" of cigars and the best he can get there is Quarums and the store there is out of them and a few hundred yards away, across the mine field and armed Marines is the mother load of tobacco goodness. How sad!