Orion, the hunter, always has his bow at the ready. He stands guard in the sky, and I've looked up to him for reassurance in every country I've been to, whether my first time overseas in the fjords of Norway, a snow cave shelter in Chile, over Moroccan Casbahs, the Cape of Good Hope, or in the first days of my first deployment from a smoking gazebo, framed by a palm tree in dusty Baghdad, to the pure hell of Kandahar. Orion is always there, at the ready, just like me.