"I've had enough,"

  said the Cadet Officer.  He'd eaten half of his steak and potato.  All of his green beans.  He motioned a guy already looking up to him, as younger typically does older, over to the afternoon campfire.  "See that that man over there gets this." 

  The ery from the past and the call of today; Earth wearies and wastes with her fresh life outpoured.... 

  The man accepted the food after the younger soldier pointed at the Officer as where it came from.  He put one leg up and across his tree trunk muscles and "sat standing up" to eat every crumb of the meal.  He wiped his hands on the side of the styrofoam container, ripped the lid off, and nested top in bottom to save space in the Campground trash bag.  He used a wipe to de-smell like something a bear might love to eat. 

  "Should be a heck of a sunset," he invited-without-inviting the Officer into Evening Activity as the young man came over to shake hands.  Both men stared at their hands shaking.  Both had been to a rushed talk by Doctors traveling back to the Middle East on hand injuries and head trauma.  "The singing is nice," the Officer broke off the handshake first and waved in the direction of a Church Camp.  "Baptists," the man revealed.  "Did you do Reconn to find that out?" The youngest of the three asked.  "Good question amongst ourselves, but no, I saw it on their tee-shirts." All three men lightly and together laughed off any awkwardness. 

  On our travels to the Capitol we got invited to a campus for a meal.  It had been a constant outdoing of each other on facts and figures.  Everyone was exhausted of the competition amongst ourselves.  Our grown up mentors were outright saying, I'm sick of you.  We were all so glad to talk to people from different States and who were studying different stuff.

  "Well, none of us has been in a world war before," said by a mediator type personality had us flocking to any older students we could find.  One late middle-ager later almost giggled when he spoke for other older students and said, "It seemed like a hundred years of waiting for young people to talk to us."