In Korea, he'd served as exo, then regimental commander in my own 40th division. As a battalion commanding officer, he'd headed the task force that captured the critical French town of St. Lo. His cheeks were rosy and the dueling scar that crossed one of them in no way detracted from his rugged yet gentle old soldier face. The scar, maybe the scar even enhanced it. I don't know, but it sure gave him more character and provided a good yarn to boot.