31 years ago today, as a baby-faced 18-year-old private in the Army, I stood in the delivery ward of Wahiawa General Hospital looking down at my son for the first time. His umbilical cord between two clamps, the doctor called me over and handed me scissors, and gestured for me to cut. This struck me with dread. Wasn't this the doctor's job? Shouldn't someone more qualified than me do this? As I carefully cut the cord, my son entered the world, and I became a man. And If my child was to live in the world, I had an obligation to make the world more peaceful, kinder, more gentle to children. Now my son is a man with two children of his own. "We save the shire but not for us." Frodo