ABSTRACT
W shington seemed the most unlikely place for heroic feats at war. Certainly the Project did not spur the war effort. And so I daydreamed of atolls in the Pacific, the heaving deck of a destroyer, and the sands of Tripoli. Most of my friends had joined the armed forces and had gone to war. Some had already returned from distant battles, slimmed down and beribboned; a few I would never see again.
