Here in the U.S., today May 25, 2015, is Memorial Day. I'm not a war buff by any stretch. All wars are horrible, in my opinion. However, I do have gratitude for the men and women who sacrifice much, up to and including their lives, to fight oppression and injustice. Yet, even when the cause is just, horrible things always happen, human mistakes made are amplified to a terrible degree. Regarding Bruno Peters, I know of him personally because he is my ladyfriend's father. I wanted to bring to light qualities that I find admirable in the man. Despite the bluster and aggression that are often displayed by men, whether they are military or not, Mr. Peters is truly a quiet man. He regarded being a "fighter" pilot as just a job that he needed to do. His passion was in being a pilot flying airplanes, and in playing in jazz bands. He did not regard his heroic actions in war as "heroic", but of being able to take advantage of being at the right place at the right time to do the right thing called for in the moment. And when the war was over, he went on to lead jazz big bands, play violin, clarinet and saxophones until his sight and hearing failed him. In a sense, I see him as iconic of many persons, men and women of his generations and of many generations.