Father Rhine

In a very famous poeme, the German poete Heinrich Heine crosses the river, our river, our shared river Rhine, which separates France from Germany since Napoleon ( with a few dramatic exceptions before WW1...) , and starts chatting with him.
While I was crossing the river near Mulhouse coming from France a few days ago , I greeted him, we had a short briefing,..but I wasn't hesitating a minute to long to jump into what we have to defend from the frog eaters! :)
"welcome back" he was answering in a very clear warm 15 degree response .