I believe it was in the fall of 1984 when I visited Savannah, Georgia for the first time. I went with three other Marines to explore the old city. We were stationed at Parris Island and I was the only one in our quartet who was not a Drill Instructor. The four of us decided to take weekend liberty and check out the storied cemeteries and streets and pubs. I wanted to prowl through a city I’d heard so much about, and they wanted to be away from the bumbling mobs known as recruits. Two of my buddies were off that Friday, but one of them was still “on the…