t wouldn’t help Lavender, he knew that, but from this point on he would com-port himself as an officer. He would dispose of his good-luck pebble. Swallow it, maybe, or use Lee Strunk’s slingshot, or just drop it along the trail. On the march he would impose strict field discipline
letting go of the things that brings you piece adds on to stress, and i felt like thats why it was so hard for him to let it go