Ever notice how important some things seem at one point in your life and then they are insignificant at another? Remember the Drill Instructor finding a whisker on your razor or Heaven forbid, a whisker on your face? I remember landing the first time I went overseas and seeing all these folks in camo … jeeps had .50 cals on them … guard towers along the perimeter of the base. All I could think of was whiskers! And also maybe just staying on the plane for the return trip!