Just when you think the world really sucks, something like this happens.

An ex-recruit of mine, one of the first I ever trained, sent me this letter today:

Steve Perry,

Thank you for Saving the World.

This may be from one us, but in heart and soul it comes from all of us. You trained us, you guided us, and mentored and even yelled at us. But you crafted and inspired people that for 30 years went out and Made a Difference to hundreds more people all around the world. There are people alive because of you, people with hope, people with dreams, people with children who now carry on that very spark.

We are all better for having known you, served with you or having the chance to be exhorted to be glorious by you. That impact should not be diminished, or understated in any way. And if our government is too foolish to see that, then it is up to us the citizens that were forged by you to thus take up the call. You are Remembered. A toast I will gladly drink to every November 11th, or at any Sci-fi convention's open bar.

Sgt Steve Perry, Man who Saved the World, Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!

Thank you,

Be at Peace,

David
Typhoon Plt

P.S. I will now go outside and do twenty five for being out of line.

The letter was accompanied by a beautiful rapier. I feel kind of guilty about accepting a gift like that, but hey--rapier! I can't begin to tell you how much this letter touched me, especially in light of all the crap going on lately. It came at just the right time. If I wasn't so manly I might have even shed a tear or two.

It almost makes me feel bad that I have to remind David that it's 50 push-ups for being out of line, not 25.

Almost.