I should like to dedicate this posting to Peter G, who graduated Marine Corps boot camp with me. After my short spell of military service, I went on to enjoy all the benefits of civilian life– love and marriage, rock concerts, forest hikes, great restaurants, foreign travels, wild parties, dogs and cats. As for Pete, eight months after boot camp, he was killed in a firefight. He was only 19. Now, looking at his photograph, I am deeply saddened and lost for any further words. Peace, brother.