Giraldi took care of Gilda’s group while the Marines began to dismount their ride. Some began stretching their legs, then slapping each other on the back, chuckling. Some looked more serious, their lips pressed into a thin line. Imlay was a contrast as he seemed to embody the two groups. He wasn’t laughing or cajoling, but wasn’t as solemn the latter group. He looked confident and stalwart, a professional. 