Memorial Day: We know the faces

Whenever I see a photo of a U.S. Marine, my mind is transported back to 40 years ago.

I know the face. It is mine.

It was back in 1982, when a formerly lumpy 26-year-old three-and-a-half-year college student clawed and crawled and pushed himself through boot camp by the ragged edge of tentative tenacity.

I know about the morning wake-up calls — drill instructors slammed trash can lids on the spotless floor,