All twenty-four companies marched, but L2, because of our position in the alphabet, marched twenty-third. After the ceremony my future father-in-law asked me, “That company. The second to last one. They were different than all the rest. The others were marching; they seemed to be floating. Who were they?” “That was my company,” I told him. “Those men buried General MacArthur.” My company had achieved transcendence.
