I have been a silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes
when I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I fly at half-mast to honor my soldiers,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving mother
at the graveside of her fallen son.
Downing my Iron Maiden "Trooper Ale" as I type.
Comes across as an IPA "light".
Not bad but was wanting different and or more complex flavors.
IPAs are boring............unless of course you're talking Double Crooked Tree.