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I didn’t know Bill when he was a cadet. My first glimpse of West Point might have been
watching the old television program,” The West Point Story” from the 1950’s. (must have been
impressive for a little girl to remember) My next encounter with West Point was years later
when I was in Junior College in my hometown. In my class was an impressive young man from
a nearby small town; he was taking classes as he awaited admission to West Point. I didn’t
understand the admission process at the time, but it was clear to all who knew him that he
was an extraordinary person – way better than the rest of us, so West Point must be a special
place if he wanted to go. (It was with great sadness that I learned a few years later that after
his graduation in 1970, he was killed in an accident on a jump during Airborne School only a
few months after his graduation from West Point.) After Bill and I were married and were
returning to the U.S. from Bill’s first assignment in Germany, I asked to visit West Point since
we were nearby picking up our car that had been shipped home. It was February and Bill had
no desire to go back, three years later, but as a new bride, I was able to convince him to take
me – it was my first glimpse of the beauty of the place even during Gloom Period.
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