Debra and I are off to Harlingen, Texas for my annual school reunion at the Marine Military Academy.  This will be the seventh year in a row that I’ve been able to take a couple days off and go there for the reunion.  Every year they invite all former Cadets.  We converge on the Lower Rio Grande Valley—usually about 100 of us—and spend the weekend telling war stories and reliving the good old times.  Some people do reunions every 10 years or so.  We do them every year, and every year I come away with a renewed appreciation for the friends I made during those years, and for the staff and faculty there who helped shape my life and continue to shape the lives of young men every day.  I can’t say enough good about MMA, and the wonderful people who make it work.