Line up ten of your buddies, show them this picture and I ask you -- which one of them hasn't grabbed a shave in a mess kit, or, in todays terms, with whatever we could find whereever we were. I remember scraping my face in a lousy motel two miles from a client's offices the morning of a hugh meeting after a delayed, all-night flight with lost baggage. Well, these guys are the OGs. Here's to 'em.