Where the car turns at Eighteenth Street there is a big, glaring billboard poster, showing a group of stalwart young men in white ducks lolling on shores, of tropical splendor, with palms waving overhead, and a glimpse of blue sea in the distance. The wording beneath it runs something like this: "Young men wanted. An unusual opportunity for travel, education and advancement. Good pay. No expenses." When I see that sign I think of Eddie Houghton back home. And when I think of Eddie Houghton I see red.