but there is still a spindly, cold dish something in his legs that mark them at the triple point. sat my brother was the best looking boy i ever knew. among the best looking i ever saw. as i studied this old photo, i think perhaps it is in part -- when i'm searching for, with the clean-cut, all-american boys on lawns and beaches. posing for the camera with their girls and cars. before they went away to world war ii. extensively confidence like theirs, but a little further back, i see something that has prepared for disappointment and it strikes me that george, this day in 1975, is going off to war, and inward were that is no less real, it will last 25 long years and the rest of his short life. and george will not return from it. this picture is the last glance i will ever have of him, which i guess is why i kept it and put it out in every place i ever lived in. here is to looking at you, he is saying with that grin and little squints. this one is for you. my reply in kind, enjoy it while it lasts. audeui. charlie: what you mean? david: enjoy life for you have it, it will not be th