We can go many ways with this one.

T’PAU…UAP’T

In my day this bridge was called The Potsdam Bridge

They must’ve been short of men one particular day because I was the Oppo (Opposite Number/WingMan) in the car that day. We escorted someone from somewhere into West Berlin over the Bridge of Spies.

God’s Fricking Honest Truth. I wish I’d known then what I know now :o(