We were met by a tow truck, rushed to unload and sign our paperwork, and, much too soon, our crew relationship was brought to an inglorious end. We tried to say goodbye, in some fitting fashion, but with all of the pressures to get us on our individual ways, the process was much too fleeting. More than a year’s worth of blended relationships, adventure and challenge evaporated before our eyes. That is, except for the collage of memories of our shared experiences.

Some of us moved on to complete a full 20 or more years of active duty. Others moved to bases where they completed their enlistment commitments and then returned to civil life. To the extent possible, over the years, we have kept track of each other through the mails and by telephone. On occasion one, two or three of us have gotten together for brief reminiscent meetings.