The Corps Has
At West Point, back in the day anyway, we had a shiteload of "poop" we had to learn, memorize actually, by heart, and be able to regurgitate it any time, usually with our necks back, and sometimes at the top of our voices.
It was a beautiful and instructive form of hazing, of course, and I still have my Bugle Notes '79, all 320 pages of it, and sponsored by, among others, Mama Leone's Ristorante and SeaBreeze Travel Agency, sitting on my desk as I write this.
Read all about the rote memorization torture we all went through here.
Proud to Be '83
I had my fortieth reunion this past weekend at West Point, and it's always sweet to go back and relive all of my successes: academic, military, psychological, and sexual.
I'm kidding. About the sexual ones–reliving those is bittersweet!
Seriously, take a walk down memory lane, with a personal perspective on the honor code here.
The He(art) of War
Did we go into battle to kill little girls? You'd be surprised at the right answer.
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