United States Naval Academy - Lucky Bag Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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i f 7-14754117 11 , ' :il y . 1 'W ' - -- -v -,V . a,!LI,,:'f Memo ies ' ' are precious things .-,ex rang I. Q . rig, ' , 1 ...M ' Yes, memories are precious things. VVhen alone, on foreign station, away from friends and those whom one holds dear, they come in a flood to bolster our spirits, This book, one might say, is dedicated to memories. It is dedicated to those three years we spent together by the Bay. We never realized how much those years meant-until they were gone. Three years is not a long time. The sands of the hourglass of life run out swiftly, and in the average life of man We reckon not so much by threes as by tens. Therefore if one should judge by ordinary standards, the time we spent here was not much. Yet the three years we spent together here was a long time. To impatient young men eager to go out into the world, the days passed exasperatingly slowly. Living so close, our knowledge of each other's ways and habits was accelerated. The time it normally took to form friendships, likes and dislikes, thoughts and dreams, was speeded up. We were living an abnormal existence in abnormal times. At our entrance, our beginning, we were not a class. We were a group of individuals. Some of us were from the West, others from the North, and still others from the South. We had many things in conflict, but one thing in common-the desire to be a Naval ofhcer. Some of us were destined to be leaders, some were cut out for heroes, and some were to be failures. For whatever future, we spent three years preparing. This Lucky BAG cannot bring back all the tales of that time now passed. But perhaps in the days ahead, it will, in some measure, add a warm fullness to our fadmg memories. f-rm stag

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BOLOGUE

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