Memory from Heading to R-Day

I spent the night at a NYC hotel in which other ‘New Cadets” were also staying.  A group caught the early bus to WP.  After grabbing my stuff from the hold under the bus, I started up the ramp towards the yelling in New South.  I nearly ran into the fellow in front of me.  I think he may have been the first one to quit our class. He dropped his two bags, did an about face, picked up his bags, exclaimed “What the Hell am I doing here!” and got on the bus back to NYC!