[January 1968] Militavi non sine gloria. That's me with the Saddam Hussein beret, front row, third from left. This was an officer training course at Frimley Park, Aldershot. The fellow in the center of the very back row was our company sergeant-major, an old soldier who knew absolutely everything--every weapon, every piece of equipment, every word of command, every drill (even "pile arms"). As officers already commissioned, we technically outranked him, but knowing how ridiculous this was, one of us asked him: "Sar'-major, how does this work? Do we call you 'Sir'? Or do you call us 'Sir'? Or what?" He gave a memorable reply: "Son, I call you 'Sir,' and you call me 'Sir.' Difference is, you mean it, and I don't."