Soon, I will head downstairs to prepare for tonight's concert. As I consider spending the evening in a ballroom filled with MUs, I ponder the many ways by which we are acquainted with each other.
We know each other because we served together, because we've met at so many reunions, because of our fleet-wide reputations.
And we know each other by our music. I never met Connie Younger, but during tonight's concert, we'll play his march, "Sea Wise," and, though Connie is gone now, for a few minutes I'll know him.
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