My story was about how my attitude was formed as I met the man in the red sash. After about 4 times being directed to pick up and then drop my suitcase, I noticed that the man in the red sash had to bite his lip to keep from smiling (or laughing). At that point, I realized that he was just doing the kind of hazing to me that he had gone through. From then on, I had the attitude that if all those who had gone before me could do it, I could too.
Thoroughly enjoyed reading these stories. I recall a group of us wives volunteering to play the part of new plebes so the upperclassmen could practice. I had to keep reminding myself that it was for fun! So many wonderful memories of West Point as a child and as a wife. You and Marianne are part of many of those.
As are you and Bill. The years in Atlanta are especially fond memories with the sharing of children being born and the many holidays we spent together.
A long time ago and a galaxy far far away…