Good on him, Barb. And thank him for his commitment to us all. I know you are proud of him.

53 years and fourteen days ago, this then still wet behind the ears seventeen year old stood in front of a guy with a bunch of gold stripes on his sleves and stuff that they called scrambled eggs on his hat, and raised his right hand and committed to six years in "Uncle Sam's Canoe Club"; h@@@, I didn't even know what the word commitment meant, then, but I sure did six years later. I believe it was one of the best things I ever did.