Peter Koch, a Dutchman, was very particular but nevertheless a right fine fellow in the unit. He was from the mountains of Old Tar Heelia and swore that in his home town they had three kinds of water to wash your face with. Often Peter would quote some fellow named Karl Marx. Many of the boys said that this Marx fellow was the same one who was killed by a gimp mule at the horseraces in Raleigh. It took us several years to discover that it wasn't the same one.