There’s fewer of us as the decades go by.  The first Cowboys.  Only six survived The War.  We’ve lost another brother since then.  But there’s more of us too.  Every year, more people volunteer to serve in the Cowboys, and every year more of us retire and go on with our lives.  There are thousands of us now.  They’re my brothers and sisters, alive or dead, in service or not.  We have a tradition you see.  There’s no such thing as a former Cowboy.