...He was walking a bit ahead of me. He was reeling terribly, but by some miracle he managed to stay on his feet. Everything about him was disgusting: his dirty, crumpled suit,his slightly gray, long hair, and his hairy legs as they shuffled along in his filthy, broken-down boots. yet he was no more than twenty years old. His hands kept pushing the crowd away as people streamed by him. I ran past him and looked back to make sure that he appeared no less offensive from the front than from the back. Suddenly, the blue medal ribbon pin caught my eye.I knew only too well what it meant. we paid too high A price to get that medal. A medal "for valor".
