THIS WAS ONE of our last trips out as a group. It was April 1981, and things were changing very quickly. High up on a hillside overlooking the Mosel River, we goofed around and didn't give a thought to all that was happening around us. The old guard we had known had left, and we had become the old guard. A bunch of new guys arrived on flight, hoping to take their place among the veteran corps. In another month my roommate Paul Asay would leave the service for good – his four years were finished. My time came a month after that. Others in our group had gotten new assignments or were getting out. The atmosphere definitely was shifting. Life beckoned, and it was time to move on. Still, I was sorry to see our gang split up. We had experienced so much together – good and bad. And although no one ever said it, we knew we wouldn't be seeing much of each other once we went our separate ways. Nikon F2A, 28mm lens, Agfachrome 64.