Honoring my friend (who was 17 years older than me,) Lee. He was a second class petty officer SEAL 1964 - 1969 and stationed in Da Nang and spent 3 active combat tours on the laotian-cambodian border, specializing in remote ordnance demolition of enemy camps and tunnels (the standard reply you get when asking someone why they joined the SEALs - "to blow shit up.")
Came back with pins in each ankle, right hip, and a stainless steel kneecap on his left knee. Being superhuman is a young man's game. Other than not liking confined spaces and always sitting with his back to the wall, he was well-adjusted.
hooyah...