Staff Sergeant Domingo Chavez was one of these.  Known as Ding by his squad, he was twenty-six.  Already a nine-year veteran - he'd begun as a gang kid in Los Angeles whose basic common sense had overcome his ineffectual education - he'd decided that there was no future in the Bandidos when a close friend had died in a drive-by shooting whose purpose he'd never quite figured out.  The following Monday morning he'd taken the bus to the nearest Army Recruiting Office after the Marines had turned him down.  Despite his near illiteracy, the recruiting sergeant had signed him up in a moment - his quota had been short, and the kid had expressed a willingness to go infantry, thus fulfilling two blank spots on the sergeant's monthly reporting sheet.  Most of all, the youngster wanted to go right in.  It could not have been better for the recruiter. Grayson turned and strode for the opening!