Postscript with more serious input gleaned from my 6 year career. I come from a navy family, except for this cousin of my grandmother she forever estranged insulting his wife and service choice. His name was Yeager and he did pretty O.K. in the Air Force from bits and pieces the family picked up through the years.I was the second disappointment, first joining the Coast Guard and later attending UC Berkely and not UCLA like the rest of the family. 5 photos along the wall from Korea back to this tintype of some guy on a river ironclad, hand inside his jacket. My brother, fresh from the manly right of passage being initiated into his UCLA fraternity claimed my coastie portrait briefly found a home in the bathroom until my gaze was seen directed at hte toilet's occupants.I received a short letter from my grand uncle from his V.A. retirement home in Arizona. He somehow managed to be in France as a liasson officer and suffered mustard gas poisoning the one day he visited the front.The letter read " Dear Chris,The family said I should pass on some advise as the representative of our family naval tradition to you,though your cousin Franze has been accepted into NROTC at UCLA. This is my advise- "DON'T GO NEAR THE WATER. Oh, be carefull in France too"