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

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Eyes front, chest up, thumbs on seams of trousers, and chin in . . . Why are they all so angry . . . Pick up that hag . . . But why do they want me to . . . sharp, Mister, you ' re at West Point now . . . I thought Dad said I would enjoy military . . . to the man in the red sash for the . . . I said pull your neck in . . . wonder what Gloria is doing . . . Mom said to stand near the outside so she could get a pic . . . I . . . do solemnly swear . . . And so that first day, like all days, came to an end, and as Chaplain l Ford gratifyingly point- j ; »4| r; ■ ' .v ed out, that day could £l ;y ' -y t J( r . v: never happen agam. And who could guess the thoughts that ran through our heads as we lay in our bunks that nights Will we ever for- get that day? But it was over, and another on the way. 25

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l ' Rl Upper Right: The uphill trot to the obstacle course is a perennial favorite. Bayonet training taught us the aggressive spirit of hand-to-hand combat, and allowed us to release our pent-up hostilities. Beast seems almost like a dream now, but it was real enough at the time. After the initial shock had worn off, the days settled into a routine of drill, calisthenics, lectures, and myri- ad other diversions. To break the monotony, there were planned group activities such as shower and clothing formations — grand old in- stitutions now lost forever. Bayonet training taught us the aggressive spirit of hand-to-hand combat, and allowed us to release our pent-up hostilities. 26