As Thanksgiving approaches, a story that puts our individual concerns in perspective. One of our own ...
Lt Malcolm was a good chess player. He looked like any other young marines officer: skinny, shaven-headed, although with a quite beaky nose.
Anyway, you could always pick him out.He would be the one with the chess board placed on an up-ended box of MREs (Meal Ready to Eat), working out moves.
I got to know him a little bit, as his bunk was opposite mine.
I would watch as he gave chess tips to those of his men who had not completely given in to poker or hearts.
About five hours into the battle, Lt Malcolm was killed.
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