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Suzanne Rice

Jan 08 2020

What I Learned from the Iranians – 1976

US Improved Hawk missile platoon points towards Iraq during the 1970s before the Iranian regime change of 1979.

I arrived in Iran in 1976 to serve as an advisor to the Iranian Air Force.  I was assigned to TAFT (Technical Advisory Field Team) and assisted Iran in the employment of Hawk missile systems as part of its air defense mission.

My specific assignment was at Vahdati Air Force Base, located in a remote region on Iran’s western border with Iraq.  The Shah of Iran was in power and had created alliances with the United States and Western Europe to improve Iranian national security and economic development.  The religious revolution which turned Iran upside down was still two years away.

Iranian society was held together by three unifying forces:  Islamic religion, Persian heritage, and autocratic rule.  The Shah of Iran, assisted by the Shah’s secret police (Savak), ruthlessly controlled the country and sought to minimize any social dissent.  The large divide between the upper class and the average citizen could be measured by the differences between Tehran and the rest of Iran.

Iran was not prepared to incorporate high-tech military equipment into its military arsenal.  The standard joke often told described the Shah as the owner of the world’s largest static display of military weapons.  A large part of the imported military infrastructure either did not operate or operated only when under the firm watch of advisors.  The Iranian military could not incorporate the modernization envisioned by the Shah.  In short, it was too much, too soon.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

My initial impressions of Iran were formed as a result of living in remote regions far from the influence of Tehran. At first glance, I believed Iranians and Americans to have very little in common. The apparent, cosmetic differences I observed as a newcomer were striking.  Iran seemed to be a land of opposites.  Weekends took place on Thursday and Friday, not Saturday and Sunday.  Iran’s time zone shifted one half-hour, not one whole hour, from the adjacent time zones to the west and east.  Iranian publications began on the back page and finished on the front page, not front to back.  Iranian drivers often centered their cars on the lane dividers, not between them.  A family’s valuable rug was sometimes dusted by placing the rug in the street and having vehicles drive over it.  Dust embedded in the tightly woven fabric was efficiently loosened and rendered rug beating unnecessary.

Prized Persian rugs

Oil derricks released ignited natural gas into the atmosphere as opposed to collecting it.  These bright plumes could be seen from long distances and reminded me of oversized Bunsen burners.  These differences in culture and historical development strongly influenced my initial views of this strange land.

Iranian women usually remained in their homes.  If they ventured out, they were covered from head to foot with a black shawl (chador).  Women were essentially seen and not heard.

Fat-tailed sheep graze in the Iranian desert in contrast to the plumed oil derricks

Most military advisors were prohibited from socializing with their Iranian counterparts.  The Iranian government wanted to minimize the effects of Western influence on its society.  Use of alcohol was publicly prohibited in most areas of the country.

LASTING IMPRESSIONS

During my one-year short tour, my perspectives and conclusions about Iranian society dramatically changed.  The barriers to socialization set up by the Iranian government made it difficult but not impossible to communicate with members of the Iranian military.  After several months, I managed to build a few relationships which helped me better understand Iranian people.  In some instances, my Iranian Air Force counterparts invited me into their homes.  These were risky invitations.  Permission to bring an American military advisor to one’s home was rarely granted.  The visits were usually during mid-day and involved conversation over a meal.  I was uneasy about the risk these young airmen were taking.  Other times, the associations involved sporting events such as soccer and tennis.  The encounters were not numerous, but they were genuine.

As my understanding increased, my attitudes changed.  I learned that Iranians were not so different from the friends I made in Germany, France, or in the United States.  I also began to understand that help from the West, especially from the United States military, was not always welcome.  Western intrusion by military forces and civilian corporations often forced religious and cultural clashes.  The Iranians could not understand many American social norms involving marriage and dating.  Many of our advisory teams were located on military bases in the Iranian countryside.  The cultural differences encountered in the small towns were even more pronounced.  Drinking alcohol was largely forbidden in the countryside regions.  However, numerous exceptions were made in many parts of metropolitan Tehran.  In contrast, American military organizations of the 1970s viewed drinking alcohol as a required skill set.  Our team house on the air base had its own bar-lounge area built by the military members who lived there.  Members of the Iranian Air Force assigned to the base would rarely enter our building mainly due to the presence of alcoholic beverages.

Western modalities applied to a “developing Iran” were often worse than the maladies our “help” was trying to cure.  In many instances, the construction expertise brought into Iran was supposed to involve Iranian labor and on-the-job training.  Construction companies, either American, German, or French, saw on-the-job training of local Iranians as an inconvenience.  The solution was to take the local Iranian labor and pay them to sit in a caged area where they drank tea and stayed out of the way.  Such approaches irritated and resentments grew.

Many of the societal differences I noticed were created by government and not by those being governed.  When I put aside the governmental influences, I found I had more in common with Iranians than I either realized or felt comfortable acknowledging.  The examples I have discussed all have analogous examples in America.  We have large regions of our country in which our differences are beginning to take center stage.  Additionally, my Iranian experience, coupled with the last forty years of hindsight, has changed my approach to giving and receiving help.  I have learned that giving constructive help should start with a thorough understanding of commonalities and differences.  My help should strengthen and provide a lasting benefit.  Additionally, my helping or receiving help from another person, Iranian or American, should always be a reminder of how much we rely on each other.  I should think carefully about personal interactions and invest more thought and reflection before I interact.

CONCLUSIONS

In retrospect, I realize cultural and individual differences are largely insignificant when compared to cultural and individual similarities.  The Iranian people have always impressed me as warm, sensitive, and friendly.  My military counterparts’ discussions of family, changing times, and harsh governance often sounded like those I would hear from Americans.  The differences I first experienced largely occurred because I was a strange American in a foreign country.  It took time for trust to develop and guarded attitudes to relax.  I often ask myself if I even understand the beliefs within my own society.  Yes, the governments of our two countries operate in drastically opposing modes.  Or do they?

In a world which is rapidly becoming more interdependent, we all need each other’s cooperation and spiritual support.  Worldly survival is at stake.  It is true in Santa Cruz, California and it is true in Tehran, Iran.  Emphasizing differences can be humorous.  The over-emphasis on differences can be distracting and non-productive.  Sometimes, it can be destructive.  Today, I often feel the differences within America are more pronounced than those between Iran and America.

“We are all in this together,” is a common phrase which is becoming more applicable each day.  We need to develop more understanding and cooperation among all societies if we are to create a better world — a world which offers opportunity and achieves productive evolution.

 

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Jack Gafford

Jan 04 2020

Destination Alaska – 1970

I didn’t meet Harold Lee Maxson (called Tub) until he was close to the end of his years at West Point. Tub and I would have been married 50 years this year. I was headed for an entirely different life before I met Tub. I was studying Fashion Merchandising in New York City and fully intended to have a buying career that I hoped one day would take me on wonderful buying adventures – my ultimate goal: time in Paris.  Little did I know that before any of that came to pass, I would meet my soul mate and the adventures that I would eventually go on would be far superior to anything I could have ever imagined.

My father and all of his brothers served in the military during World War II and there was always a reverence for the military in our family that I came to respect as I grew up, but I never thought that other than our family history I would have any direct connection to the Army.

I met Tub by default at the Army/Navy Game in 1968.  I was not supposed to be his date.  I have to say the minute he walked into the room I was smitten.  I came from a large Irish family, so I recognized his as a handsome Celtic face and he had the most engaging smile. After a bit, we started dating.  As a result, in June of 1969, I was there with him to celebrate “June Week” and his graduation.

June Week 1969

That is most likely where our story begins.  Tub drove me back home to New Jersey after graduation in his shiny new AMX.

Tub’s brand new AMX

He had planned to stay a few days at my parents’ house.  The time turned into most of the summer.  My family was beginning to wonder if this was becoming serious.  I knew it wasn’t, He would be going to Alaska with a stop at Fort Benning.  He had dreams of getting a motorcycle and an English Bull dog and seeing the world. His future was set.  Although I was hoping for Paris, I had been offered a job in the buyer training program at Best and Company, a department store on 5th Avenue in New York.  I thought i was going to accept it.

One evening in July, Tub and I decided to go to a drive-in.

Waiting for dark so that the movie could start at the drive-in

I loved movies and since I didn’t have a car, drive-ins were a special treat. Somewhere in the course of the evening Tub asked me to marry him. The problem…I was not expecting it and I missed it entirely.  For days after he was annoyed with me, but I had no idea what I had done.  Finally, he said, “You could have said something.”  I had no idea what he was talking about and after some convincing, he realized that.  Lucky for me he asked again and instead of taking the job I took a leap of faith.

We decided to get married in February but with orders changing and leave availability we decided on an earlier date in November.  We were married on a three-day pass and by Monday, Tub was back in the field at Fort Benning.  I really missed my large family, but it was not long before I realized I had become part of another family not related by blood but by purpose and friendship. The military that I had grown up respecting was now part of my life. Our next assignment would be Alaska and some of the friends we knew in Georgia would be joining us there.

We left Georgia for our drive across country, to the state of Washington, in late winter; there we would fly to Alaska. After stops in New Jersey and Michigan to visit our families we began our trek West.

Heading from Georgia to Alaska

I had never been further west than the Dakotas and Tub had always wanted to go to Alaska.  We were so excited to be making this trip.  Had Willie Nelson already written the song “On the Road Again” it might have been our theme song. “On the road again, just can’t wait to get on the

road again…” The changing terrain was beautiful sometimes blanketed with snow. The small towns, the big cities, the open land, it was a joy to see.  Gosh, what is that? I’m excited. On a practical side, we were traveling with some cash, traveler’s checks, and a gas credit card.   

Travelers Checks in several denominations

In those days, credit cards were not readily available and we didn’t qualify.  We were also traveling with two dogs. Tub gave me a Miniature Schnauzer as a wedding present and we acquired Cinnamon Cinder the 11th, a Miniature Dachshund, while in Georgia.  Since we were practical and poor, we decided to travel with an electric fry pan and a cooler.  How much simpler life would have been if smart phones had been invented and we could have found a list of hotels that accepted pets and credit cards to pay for dinners out, but it would not have been nearly as much fun.  So, each night Tub put the dogs in his coat, and I carried the fry pan and the food. This was our nightly version of covert ops and we hoped we would not be discovered. The next morning, we were “On the road again”.

When I think of arriving in the state of Washington, I think of a mountain pass covered in snow with beautiful large birds that may have been pheasants and thinking that I wished I could capture that moment. I don’t remember where Tub had to check in, maybe Ft. Lewis; the logistics of the second leg of our journey were in his purview not mine.  I became more engaged in the process when his paperwork stated that since Alaska, at that time, was considered an overseas assignment, his dependent had to be given the required injections for said assignment.   I remember getting shots in both arms and shortly after I was sick.  I was so sick that I could not leave the hotel room to get to a medical facility – that lasted for three days.  We were quickly running out of money. I’m sure Tub was frantic, but he had to get our dogs and car shipped and rearrange our flights until I could travel again.

I don’t know if it was the original flight plan, but we flew to Alaska in what I believe was a C-130; I remember a cargo net in the front of the plane that appeared to be holding luggage.

Travel to Alaska

Someone said that they put regular seats in for the flight.  I was new to this and at the time I didn’t know what irregular seats might have been.  We would have been able to buy a box lunch but after the extended hotel stay, we had 30 cents between us. We didn’t know what would happen when we eventually arrived in Alaska with 30 cents in our pockets and no car but one chapter of our adventure had ended and the next was about to begin.

Fortunately for us, the heavens and the military realized that the exuberance of youth and 30 cents was not going to do it for us, and we had been assigned sponsors.  They met the first three planes, and this was the last one they were going to meet before concluding that we were not coming.  They were such a welcome sight.  They took us to the post guest house at Fort Richardson and promised to take us the next day to see the sights and look for moose. I don’t remember the first few days there and I don’t remember their names because I was still decidedly unwell.  I do remember the fleeting thought when I got off the plane: Oh! there is the tarmac and mud along with snow. I knew nothing about Alaska. I thought I was going to be landing on something akin to an iceberg. I had no idea what we were coming to since this was before the advent of the internet. The written word was not adequate to describe what we would find in Alaska. Our time there witnessed magnificent scenery, new directions, lessons learned for me about the military,  a motorcycle, camping in the wilderness while six months pregnant, camping on a glacier (Tub) one of his oft told stories, babies born, joys, sorrows and news of friends tragically dying.

We grew up a lot there. I was 21 and Tub 22 when we left Georgia. The kids who drove across country young and bulletproof left Alaska as adults. We were a bit older and considerably more aware.  We were also the parents of a wonderful baby girl.

Tub and daughter in Alaska

In the 47 years that I was blessed to have with Tub, there were countless more adventures.  He had several motorcycles and many trips on them through the USA, Canada and parts of Europe.

Tub with German friend, Michael

I eventually got as far as a layover in the Paris airport and for a brief time I was a buyer for a small store in PA. The cross-country trip and Alaska were really where my interest in art began and has remained. I discovered that art and life are all about capturing the moment.

I often think in terms of song lyrics, just lines from songs where the bits and pieces fit the situation. In writing this I keep thinking of a song by Ronnie Milsap, “I Wouldn’t Have Missed It for the World”. With a few changes to reflect how I felt about my husband and our life together. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, wouldn’t trade one memory. You made my whole life worthwhile with your smile…I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

Forever and always,

Cyn

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Cindy Maxson

Dec 15 2019

West Point, Army Doctrine, and Boxing – 1991

Our class went through four years of West Point figuring that it was preparing us for a career of traditional military service.  That assumption was essentially correct, although in our lack of depth of understanding of what was “traditional” we were endlessly surprised in the years that followed by exactly what our duties entailed.  As it turned out, you see, the only tradition we should have expected was dealing with the unexpected.  However, West Point had done its job well and when the time came most of us figured out what to do and got it done.

I had a few such moments, but one of the more interesting was being tagged to draft the operational doctrine for the Army.  The Army produces tons of doctrinal manuals, but the keystone of all those ton is its central warfighting manual, known throughout the 20th century as Field Manual (FM) 100-5.  The military is one of the two great institutions that takes its doctrine seriously (the other being the church) and no branch of the military takes it more seriously than the US Army.  Hence, it is modified only every few years and only after much consideration and debate, heavy bureaucratic infighting in the competition of ideas, and ultimate directive of the Chief of Staff of the Army.  Once approved it will dictate the Army’s organizational structure, major equipment procurements, branch integration, soldier training, and officer education for a decade or more.

Shortly after the end of the 1991 Gulf War, I was assigned to Fort Leavenworth to be the Director of the School of Advanced Military Studies (SAMS), where I had been a War College Fellow a few years prior.

Mens Est Clavais Victoriae
School for Advanced Military Studies (SAMS)

Soon thereafter, General Gordon Sullivan became the Army Chief of Staff and, subsequently, General Fred Franks (newly promoted) became the Commander of Training and Doctrine Command (TRADOC).  Franks’ subordinate for the overall development of doctrine would be then Major General (later General) Wes Clark.

I suspected that drafting a new 100-5 would be part of my assigned duties.  A former director of SAMS (then Colonel Huba Wass de Czega) had drafted the 1980s versions focused on AirLand Battle.  But by 1991, the Soviet Union had dissolved, and the United States was facing new types of threats and challenges around the world.  So, having written a book on leading a platoon, it was only natural that I would be the drafter of the keystone doctrine, an extra duty that would consume the better part of three years.  And so, it was to be (big “Gulp!” here).

The Army gave me all the help I could possibly need.  I was given full support in picking a crackerjack team of six fine officers from around the Army (one of whom was our classmate, Gary Steele).  I also had able input from the available student talent at the school – extremely competent War College Fellows (including classmate Bill Rice (https://thedaysforward.com/bill-rice), the bright young SAMS officers (captains and majors) who were chock full of good ideas, and a brilliant faculty of experts at Leavenworth on the operational level of war.  Immediately, General Sullivan put out a call for input from his senior generals and all branch chiefs and opened the door to retired general staff officers as well.  Add to that the team at TRADOC (who had a strong interest in what came out), and perhaps most importantly the keen interest and leadership of General Sullivan and General Franks (both of whom were personally involved and who shielded me amongst the rough of tumble of contending ideas between high-ranking and often iconic senior officers).

All the above took part in the building of the final product.  SAMS students, for example, were invited to offer ideas, provided they wrote a short paper arguing their point(s).  Then other students would be invited to take an opposing view and a group of them would debate the two sides.  If an idea so offered was worthy, it very well could enter a draft. At a much higher level, the Chief of Staff and TRADOC commander would host various meetings of senior officers (e.g., Army Staff 3-stars, Branch Chiefs, four-star commanders, and others) where yours truly would offer up the drafts to that point (usually written and circulated in advance) and brace himself for the feedback (not always glowing commentary, as it happened).

Retired senior officers were not at all shy about offering their views, in a variety of ways. My favorite among the latter was LTG (R) Jack Cushman (First Captain, West Point Class of 1944) who called one morning and suggested I go to the Leavenworth archives and review his writings.  Accustomed to such calls, I showed all proper military protocols and promised I would.  He then called the following morning (at 0700) and asked me what I thought of them, whereupon I confessed I had not yet been to the archives.  The following morning at 0700 when the call came, I was ready.  His input was wonderful, I must say.  He had a penetrating grasp of the Army and its doctrine.  One paper of his, penned in 1956, dealt with the concept of “air-land battle” (27 years before it entered FM 100-5).  He and many others had great input to the doctrine.

None of this was done in the shadows; there were no hidden agendas.  Successive drafts were shared endlessly.  As we neared the end, a part of the job was to sell the product (Gary Steele was a star here – https://thedaysforward.com/gary-steele-tight-end-army/), not just to the Army and our sister services and our allies, but to the public as well, both via the media, publications,  and in various forums (one, for example, being John Lucas’ law firm in Richmond).

With such leadership from the top down, a well-resourced team effort, and endless debate based on the collective experience of all involved, the 1993 version of its operational doctrine set a new course for the Army as it closed the 20th century and entered the 21st.

The Finished Product – 1993

Okay, so then why is boxing in the title of this essay?

Military Review 1988

Well, you see every written effort must have a central concept that ties the entire body of work together – even if that theme is not explicitly articulated in the body of work.  In this case, the objective was to formulate the Army’s central warfighting doctrine.  While that effort encompassed many of the best thoughts of military theorists, historians, combat experienced generals, and other experts over the centuries (without being named in the text), my own touchstone was the three principles of Plebe boxing – the ability to move, to hit, and to protect.  They must be conquered in various combinations and sequences (hit, move, protect; protect, move, hit; move, protect, hit; and so on) and they must have the proper supporting systems (communications. intelligence, training, logistics, etc.) and apply the timeless principles of war (unity of command, mass, economy of force, etc.).  But in the end, warfare remains the ability to hit, move, and protect.

So, for those of you who thought Plebe boxing was just a physical torment to add to the tribulations of our first year at West Point, it was really a deep academic subject full of profundities that we could call upon in our future years as we dealt with the many challenges that the Army introduced us to.  It was a truism I kept from everyone else during the effort, of course, but now you know the rest of the story.

Editor’s note:  For those who would like to know more, you may go here; click on the cover photo to read more:  https://www.google.com/books/edition/American_Army_Doctrine_for_the_Post_Cold/qXKyv6Q2Dl8C?hl=en&gbpv=1&pg=PP1&printsec=frontcover

 

Read General Frederick M. Franks Intro

 

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By James McDonough

Nov 22 2019

Predicting Year 2000 – 1989

Recently, I was looking for something, rummaging through some storage boxes in the basement. Before I found what I was looking for, I ran across an old work folder from the ‘80s. One of the items in the folder caught my eye, an internal corporate newsletter, dated 4th Quarter, 1989. In it was an opinion article written by me, which I had long since forgotten.

At the time, I was the manager of an internal computer consulting department for The Coca-Cola Company in Atlanta. In those days, computers were still being deployed to desktops. We had not yet reached the point where a computer was considered an essential part of every professional employee job role. The department’s mission was to promote and assist in increasing employee and company productivity through increased use of computers. The newsletter was actually produced by my department and focused on computer topics for the edification of employees.

The article began with a perspective on the amazing growth of computer technology in the ‘80s. Then, it looked toward the new millennium – only 10 years away. What might it have in store for us? So, in the rest of the article I made some predictions regarding what we might expect in the way of computing technology advancements by the year 2000.

In re-reading the article I found myself drifting into a somewhat retrospective state and I began to reflect back to the beginning of my career interest in computers. That took me all the way back to Cow Year at West Point. One of my courses that year was titled “Computer Science Fundamentals”.

Cadet Keying Program
Cadet keying program into punch cards

I think it was an elective course, but it may have been one of the core courses that we all had to take, can’t remember. It basically consisted of learning FORTRAN language programming, although the Academy referred to it as “CADETRAN”. Anyway, I really liked it and found that I had some talent for it. I made a mental note that the computer field might be something to pursue after an Army career.

Fortran Computer System 1970s
Computer punch card of the 1970’s

My next encounter with computing technology was in 1970, at Fort Carson, Co., during my first Field Artillery assignment. Our 8-inch self-propelled howitzer unit was involved in field testing “FADAC” (Field Artillery Digital Automatic Computer). Classmate cannoneers reading this may also have encountered it. FADAC was a metal, olive drab box, containing a specialized computer, with a built-in keyboard and small screen. Its’ purpose was to calculate artillery fire direction values such as azimuth, charge, elevation, etc., based on feedback from the Forward Observer. In our tests we ran FADAC in parallel with our manual calculations. I recall that in just about every case the manual calculations team completed and had new fire direction values ready well ahead of the FADAC team. In those early days of computing technology capability and speed, I guess FADAC was not ready for prime time.

FADAC

In 1974, at the end of my service obligation, I decided to change direction from an Army career and join the civilian world. Pondering “what next?”, I thought back to that “CADETRAN” course and decided to begin work toward an MS Computer Science degree at Virginia Tech. This was at a time when computing technology was still quite primitive. There weren’t any PC’s, the internet was years away, and no one had a cell phone. Most computers were behemoths that filled large room(s). Students still had to use punch cards to read programs into the computer. Remember those?

Degree completion took me into my corporate career in information technology. After a few years at Shell Oil, I moved on to Coca-Cola, where I spent the majority of my career. After 10 years at Coca-Cola, that brings us up to 1989 and that newsletter article. So, what did I predict in 1989 for the state of computing technology in year 2000?

  1. A graphic user interface (Windows, MAC) becomes the universal PC standard (at the time there were numerous PC’s still using a DOS interface).
  2. Standalone PC’s (which was mostly the case then) become fully networked.
  3. Fingerprint scanning becomes the PC identity and logon standard.
  4. Voice commands become the standard for PC control.
  5. Email use explodes and becomes ubiquitous (email was very limited in 1989 and mostly on internal company mainframes).
  6. Video files will be watchable on a PC and sent to others via email.
  7. The rolodex becomes obsolete, along with significant reduction in paper filing.
What do old computers look like
PC 1981

                             

How’d I do? Blew #’s 3 & 4 but did reasonably well on the rest. However, even those two were still correct in one sense. They occurred a decade or so later than 2000 and for a different device – the cell phone. Both of those capabilities are now in use on cell phones, but have never become commonplace on PC’s.

Military iPhone
IPhone

There are numerous other key computing technology achievements in the last 30 years that I would not have even conceived of in 1989.

A few examples:

  • The Internet
  • Cell phones as computers, cameras, GPS units
  • The degree of advancement in AI sophistication
  • Google, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube, Amazon, Map routing and a myriad of other useful applications
  • Flat monitors
  • Thumb drives
  • Broadband everywhere

Now, we’re in the 4th quarter of 2019, so, what do I predict for 2030 and beyond? Nope, not going there! Let me share 3 historical predictions by noted experts that were spectacularly wrong:

  • “There is no reason for any individual to have a computer in his home” – Ken Olson (Founder, Digital Equipment Corporation) – 1977
  • “I predict the Internet will soon go spectacularly supernova and in 1996 catastrophically collapse” – Robert Metcalf (Inventor of Ethernet) – 1995
  • “There is no chance that the IPhone is going to get any significant market share. No chance.” – Steve Ballmer (Former Microsoft CEO) – 2007

If the CEO of the world’s premier software company can botch a prediction that badly, I think I’ll just rest on the partial success of my 1989 predictions. Plus, I always keep in mind Yogi Berra’s wisdom, when he once said: “Predictions are hard, especially when they’re about the future”.

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Pat Porter

Nov 10 2019

Gary Steele, Tight End – 2008

On 12 October 1968, a Saturday, Army hosted Cal-Berkeley at West Point.  Rain and cold had cancelled the regular Saturday morning full-dress parade on the Plain.  The weather was not what the favored Cal team (ranked 16th) was accustomed to.

For some reason that I’ve forgotten, I was invited to help man the chain gang at Michie Stadium1

Move the chains football
Work of a football “chain gang”

I had never done that before, so all my senses went into high gear.  “Don’t screw this up!” Seeing the game up close is quite different from standing in row 35.  You get an intimate sense for how tremendously kinetic the Division 1 game is, and how phenomenally athletic the best players are.

 

The foul weather and good defense on both sides kept it a low-scoring game.  Somewhere in the third quarter, Army had the ball and was moving toward the Cal goal line, at the south end of Michie.  I was holding my first down pole on the east side of the field, around the Cal 30, when the ball snapped and our big tight end Gary Steele exploded off the line, heading straight for me.  He was flying, a lot faster than he looked from the stands, and his defender matched him stride for stride.

As the play developed, Steve Lindell 2 threw a pass toward Gary.  From my unique perspective, it was obvious that the pass was long and too high.  Gary couldn’t possibly reach it. It would go incomplete.  Too bad.

Gary Army
Gary (82) in action on October 12, 1968

 

Wrong!  Gary kept on at full tilt, and at the uniquely perfect instant, jumped what looked like ten feet off the ground, a good two feet over his defender.  He hauled in that pass and got two feet in just before momentum took him out of bounds, a couple feet from me. Wow – Unbelievable catch!  First down!  A couple plays later, Army scored our only touchdown, and ultimately upset Cal, 10-7.  Grateful plebes fell out at tables all over the Corps.3

That was our senior year, and Gary’s best.  He caught 27 passes for 496 yards and three touchdowns. Against 4th-ranked Penn State, possibly our toughest opponent that year, he caught eight passes for 156 yards, breaking the Army single-game record set by “Lonely End” Bill Carpenter, Class of ‘60.  Gary was a huge contributor and a big part of our memorable 7 and 3 season, including beating Navy, again.  He was hugely respected, and much loved in our class.

Michie Stadium West Point
Gary at work in Michie Stadium, West Point, NY

Decades later, at the 2008 Founders Day dinner at Fort Lewis, a tableful of classmates reminisced about how much that football team had meant to us.  Gary’s name came up.

 

 

“Great athlete.”  “Great guy.”  People nodded.  One of my classmates said, “You know, Gary was the first African-American ever to play football for Army.”  Everyone emphatically protested.  That couldn’t possibly be true, we argued.  For one thing, we had come to West Point in 1965, and African-American players in Division 1 weren’t exactly a novelty by then.  For another, well, we just all would have known about it, if that had been the case.  Gary was such a seamless part of the team, and of the class, we would surely have known that.

West Point Founders Day Dinner
West Point Founders Day Dinner

Someone took out his smart phone and looked it up.  Sure enough, Gary had in fact been Army’s first African-American varsity football letter- man.  And even as well-known as he was in our class, most of us didn’t even know it decades later.  We were stunned. But that’s exactly what kind of classmate Gary was, and what kind of man he became.

 

Gary Steel Army Team
Gary Steele, Army Football

 

Footnotes:

  1. Michie Stadium (MIKE-ey) is West Point’s football stadium, named for Dennis Michie, USMA 1893, who played football at West Point and was Army’s first football coach. He was killed in the Spanish American War in Cuba in 1898, aged 28.
  2. Steve Lindell, USMA ’69, was Army’s starting quarterback.
  3. Until the mid-1970s, plebes were required to eat their meals sitting at an exaggerated position of attention – “bracing” – and in silence. For special occasions, the plebe class could be temporarily excused from bracing at meals, which was known as “falling out”.  Winning an important football game would often get the plebes a “fallout” for the week following the game.

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Jim Russell

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