so they consumed the torpedo juice cocktails and went back to work digging up unexploded bombs. [laughter] well, about that time uncle john came by, and he saw what he saw. he said, you guys, good lord. [laughter] he says, boys, get in the jeep, i'll take you back to the ship, and you can finish digging up the unexploded ordnance tomorrow. well, it was quite a crew, probably six or eight guys and not a lot of room for them in the jeep. but the commander headed back up the rutted, pitted road, and he hit a bump, and it pitched one of the sailors out the back end. [laughter] and he alit on his back, knocked the wind out of him. and he was already three sheets to the wind, so they step on the brake, stop -- come to a screeching halt and go back and look at this guy whose nickname was zero. i intentionally did not ask his given name in order to spare some relatives some embarrassment. [laughter] crommelin looks over at him and says, how you doing, son? zero looks up at him and says, commander, uncle john, sir, would you, please, tell my folks in savannah that i died in the line of d