Don Brook wore his time in the Marine Corps like a gold medallion around his neck.  Ten years after he left the armed services, Paris Island’s scent was still fresh in his nostrils.  While Brook had never actually seen combat and had been in “The Corps” only a few months, discharged because of [...]]]>

Don Brook wore his time in the Marine Corps like a gold medallion around his neck.  Ten years after he left the armed services, Paris Island’s scent was still fresh in his nostrils.  While Brook had never actually seen combat and had been in “The Corps” only a few months, discharged because of the sudden death of his father and health of his invalid mother, he remained a jar-headed life-taker, heart-breaker, and widow-maker.  Hoo-rah.  He was also a good guy.