United States Military Academy West Point - Howitzer Yearbook (West Point, NY)

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Fifty miles north of New York City . . . Our Cadet career began ... who will ever forget . . 27

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On the Banks of the Hudson . . , fi 26

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. . . that first day . . . and all the III We entered West Point as bright eyed, eager, col- lege students . . . little did we suspect the hours of grueling hard work which awaited us inside the sallyport . . . some of us never will forget the incidents of that first day . . . others can remember it only as a series of vague commands. . . . Drop that bag. . . . Post up on the stoops. . . . Pick up the DT, Mister. . . . Get your Plebe skins at the C-store. . . . Speed out, Dumbwhack. . . . Yes, there we were . . . one minute happj ' civilians, the next a squad of Plebes being double timed to the Mess Hall for our first meal. . . . Finally, all 747 of us had been uniformed, taught the rudiments of drill, and were now marching out to Battle Monument to be sworn in. . . . Barracks bag in hand we were going somewhere to get something ... in the confusion it was hard to remember everything. . . . 28