Another busy day
is ahead of us: parade at 9 a.m., early lunch in the cadet mess hall,
and a football game at noon. The parade brings back such great
memories. There is nothing like a parade at West Point. The cadets
emerging from the sally ports, the traditional army music played by the
band, and the cadets passing and reviewing. Even though today's parade
has been scaled down (only two regiments), it is still wonderful to view
such a tradition. Thirty-seven years ago I watched Steve every
Saturday morning, before a football game, pass and review in a
parade--such memories. Our only disappointment for today's parade was
that “Thumper”, a traditional, West Point Cadet marching song, was not
played. Furst and Beev were at the front leading the pack of 1975
grads. They looked good.
After taking pictures of the guys on the steps, we walk into the mess hall. The very familiar surroundings and that familiar smell (can't describe it) brings back a lot of memories. I had many Sunday brunches in here when Steve was a cadet. We would always leave with several cartons of milk (for Steve, refrigerating it on his outside window sill) and fruit for my apartment.
Today's lunch in the mess
hall was yuk. Some type of ugly sausage on sauerkraut, perogi swimming
in melted butter, broccoli with melted cheese wiz and spice cake (o.k.,
that was good). We had to eat something. After all, we were going to
have to climb up hundreds of steps and walk up the hill to Michie
Stadium. Furst led the way around the Lost 50’s to the stairs up to the
Cadet Chapel. From there we made our way up to the stadium. Passing
through security, with wands, makes you realize, again, how our country
has changed.
Football Game Against North Texas |
What a beautiful
day for a game. Even better, we beat North Texas (whoever that is),
24-0. We actually made a few passes and they were completed. Yes,
there is hope for Army. They’re having a good season
so far. After the game, we wanted to see if we could find a player
from Irvine High School. While waiting for the team to emerge from the
locker room, we noticed an older, distinguished gentleman and his wife
greeting and hugging the players. Turns out they moved to Highland
Falls just to watch and support the team. Supposedly, he is a very big
contributor to the team. How special is that? The team is their
“kids”.
After the game,
we met the Furst’s at Grant Hall for coffee. Where did all the antique
furniture go? They made the place into a cafe’ with a flat screen TV.
How sad.
We had one last
company function to attend. We had all decided to get together one last
time at an Italian restaurant in Tarrytown close to our hotel. What
fun we had. Wish we lived closer to see our classmates more often.
Thanks, again, Rick.
Oldies but Goodies of Company B-4 |
From the Left
Steve Beever, Dave Blackledge, John Backof, Rick Cantwell, Steve Furst,
Tom Wallace, Mike Pickney and Russ Killebrew
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