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

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3 June 1968 Dearest Anne, It ' s 2 A.M. so I guess it ' s really 4 June. And this will have to be short since I ' ve got to finish packing and nnoving in the next 3 hours. We de- part for cruise at 6. Thank you. Just thank you for June Week. I had a really great time. And I ' m not really sure that I know what to say beyond that. Please write often. I ' ll see you as soon as cruise is over. In the meantime, think about wearing a pin. My pin. Will you? Enough, for now. There ' s too much to do. I guess this is just one more in that never ending series of Navy good deals. Think of me. I ' ll be thinking of you. t KLTT Love, Terry Midshipman 3 c (finally)

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20 May l%a Dear Mom and Dad, Guess vvhat I ' m not dead and I haven ' t for- gotten how to write. I am though as usual, some- what lazy about writing. So what ' s new? I had a good time oyer Spring leave. I caught a ride to Boston with a firstie in the company and got to see Anne again. Needless to say, I had a good time. Academics are O.K. except for Chemistry. But I ' ll make it. John ' s a real slash and he ' s giving me a lot of help. So all in all I ' m going into finals pretty well off. For dead week leave I ' m going over to Fred Smyth ' s. Ho lives in Bethesda. Then Anne is coming down for June Week. A whole bunch of us have gone in together on a cottage. I wish you could be here now to see the yard. It ' s very pretty. Everything ' s green and there are lots of flowers around. We got secured last week. We tied up the company commander and took him out to the seawall and into a knock- about. When we threatened to take him out and leave him on the spider buoy he said Uncle. The guys in 33 didn ' t make out so well. They al- most got charged with mutiny en masse. Can you believe it? What a zoo! It seems hard to believe that this year is almost over. What an adjustment it ' s been. Soon there ' ll be no more T-fights, no bracing, chopping, or death alley. And no plebes. It would be a shame though to see our company unity go along with the pressure. Such, I guess, is life. See you this summer. All my love, Terry ; k

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SUMMER ' 68 Scattereci to the winds tor a cruise and a rest, while back at Mother B another group of bewil- dered faces fill our vacant places. Proof, over- night there are plebes. The last old fashioned youngster cruise. Atlan- tic fleet exercises. Racer Run, San Juan, Gitmo, New Orleans, New York, the Virgin Islands, Viegues and for some unlucky souls a long trip on board an oiler to the South Atlantic. Only stop? Rio ... on the way back. In the Pacific, Pearl Harbor and Sunny California. Finally, the real Navy. Firesides, FHaze Grey, Flight Quar- ters, General Quarters, sweepers, sweepers and the smell of salt. Sunrise, sunset, watch, and, finally, leave. Leave, time to relax, catch up on old acquaint- ances, make it, and sleep. Sun surf and fun. And in the back of your mind the vague spectre of September. September and school, September and old friends, September and new faces. A re- lief, and a curse. But in any event, back to the routine.