Marquette University NROTC - Porthole Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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M 0 3 ls This Trip Necessary? Here We Go Agoln On July 22 of last summer the Marquette Marine Candidates walked into that factory for fighting men in balmy Virginia: Quantico. From then until September 2, these fortunate few were changed from gay, lightrhearted college men into ruff, tuff, . . . gyrenesf' This was definitely not a country-club cruisep in fact, they worked their posteriors off. The training consisted of losing massive beer midrifs through extensive physical conditioning, inspections, field work, inspections, lots of hazing, and more INSPECTIONS. They ran the obstacle course twice a week, and the Hill Trail lan infernal collection of hospitable Southern cliffs! more frequently. To vary the routine, the lights were turned out, and they double-timed these some stretches in the middle of the night. But all was not work. The O Club was open to them-fear of meeting their platoon leader kept them from there. The capitol of the States, D.C., beckoned to them-they were so exhausted that they slept on their stay there. The hit of the cruise was Bill Strickland's home. Here in the abode of one of last year's gradu- ates, they found relaxtion. When school-time rolled around lthey al- most didn't get to leavel, they left for cool Wisconsin with many memories: hard work, incessant riding and points of near exhaustion -but they remembered with pride. The Corps

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is ,N i if ig fi 3 5 Aar- DTC Jtes mer nen icer tive hen :In rce- bY had bed ook SA. 1 For one-thousand contract midshipmen, their one summer of happiness began last July 8th, As the cruiser Des Moines and her 'I4 escorting destroyers left Norfolk, the single taste of navy life for these fledgling officers before they joined the fleet began. Their sailorly training started immediately, the underweigh watch was set. Shipboard routine set in quickly. The dif- ferent phases: navigation, gun 'fire training, bridge and engine room watches, these filled their time for the days 'till they hit Quebec. As the task group steamed down the St. Lawrence River, frantic searches were made through-out the fleet: for Frenchmen and French dictionaries. The rocky citadel which once con- fronted General Wolfe now lured T000 slightly salty middies , and posed almost as much of a problem. Five days and nights later, an older, but wiser Quebec bade farewell to the men in blue: they were bound for warmer climates. The stalwart city of Boston awaited their on- slaught. Here many received an opportunity to visit the denizens of the deep via submarines. For the less seafworthy, the historic monuments of Boston provided willing modelsi for their numberless cameras. But the call of Davy Jones again beckoned and the fleet put out to sea once more. Now the big guns roared almost continually as the middies got a chance to try out their skill in firing at drones and sleds. Alas, all good things lf' if Hitting The Beach harlie Summertime Sailor fx ,ff-j must end, and as Norfolk hove into view, 'IOOO midshipmen realized that their month before the mast was over. Tasting Navy Life .Qt xx lx 1 3 -'fs' if

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