And so we embarked, on a boat, into an atmospherically perfect morning.  That I had slept less than two hours was not even on my mind as I let a comrade drink what would have been my second cup of coffee.

We go to war with the army we have, and the armaments too.  We went into battle armed with a guitar, two ukuleles, a small portable keyboard and a tiny external speaker.  And we put up a hell of a fight there on the beachhead.  Hell of a fight, boys.