eyes, you could see joy, he had so much joy, he went to horrible places but never lost the child-like joy, he made you happy to be around him, two quick stories about pierre, i was one him in congo, in a building that was being overrun, we were separated, i was in a hallway with 5 clerical workers, the building was being hit, i said they are going to come kill us, i didn't know about, where is pierre, he was so skilled. he was not the kind of guy you worried about, i was worried about myself, i saw him next morning crawl out of a armed vehicle, shook his hair and mustache, a big smile, right on to the next spot. everyone talks about how gentle and kind he was, he was a big skinny guy, but so strong, i remember a war