The young Captain watched the May Queen beauty pageant at the local military club. After spending two years in the rugged Himalayas, he was savoring the change of pace—the cosmopolitan air, the vibrant atmosphere. Life felt good: a job he enjoyed, close friends, money in his pocket, a bike, and the freedom of a wandering spirit. Standing beside his close pal, he watched the young women striding confidently down the ramp. He felt a controlled excitement within. Though tempted to grab a beer like everyone else, he resisted. Eye contact and friendly smiles from both familiar and unfamiliar faces added to the evening’s charm. The attraction he felt for the girls wasn’t one-sided, but he found himself avoiding them with the same restraint he exercised toward alcohol. He knew he wasn’t made for settling down—he was like a wild goose, and it felt safer to stick with his friends. During a break in the program, they headed to the bar, refilled their glasses, and returned to the crowd. The Capt...