Upon his eventual release, he fled the country and now lives somewhere in quiet, forgotten ruin.

As for me? I returned to the sea.

On a brilliantly clear, crisp spring morning, I stood on the polished steel deck of an active Navy destroyer.

The wind whipped at my uniform lapels.

Lined up along the railing were thirty-one grieving families.

We stood in solemn silence as a massive wreath of white lilies was slowly lowered into the churning, dark blue water of the Pacific.