K-2 Reunion Dinner Program, 14 March 2008

 

MC: Secure guidon and report to Colonel McCunniff, “Sir Company K-2 is formed.”  Welcome Company K-2 veterans, spouses and guests.  We are gathered for an unprecedented event – a reunion of those from all classes who served in a now extinct company of cadets, a company that enjoyed the well-earned distinction of being the only fraternity at West Point.  Tonight we will relive (as best we can remember) some of the events, sagas and escapades that earned us the right to claim our nom de guerre, Kappa Dos, and its unique motto, Illegitimus non Carborundum – Don’t Let the Bastards Grind You Down!  Some of our Latin scholars argue that in Latin this phrase should actually read “Illegitimatus,” not Illegitimus,  but do we care? – heck no!

 

Before we dine, let us join together in what may be the last serious events of the evening.  First, to symbolize our reverence for the highest Authority and to give thanks for our blessings of liberty and the bounty of our nation including this food, please join Tom Leo who will lead us in the Cadet Prayer, printed in your program, which he will follow with a special blessing for this occasion.

 

Tom Leo:  Lead prayer and give blessing.

 

MC:  Now please charge your glasses for three toasts.  As you know, mid-March is traditionally the time of year when we celebrate the founding of West Point on March 16, 1802.  Your place mats depict the act of congress that authorized the establishment of the Military Academy on that date.  Last week, the West Point Society of Hilton Head commemorated Founders Day with appropriate ceremony. Now let us complement that event with our own K-2 toast to the Corps.  “To the Corps!”  (Pause) Among those who were fortunate enough to be members of K-2, some have sadly departed this mortal realm.  We fondly remember all of them including some who gave their lives in service of our great country.  One of these fallen comrades, Rocky Versace, deserves special recognition as he died at the hands of his Viet Cong captors.  His indomitable spirit, faith and courage were subsequently recognized by award of the Congressional Medal of Honor.  Please join me in a toast to all of our departed K-2 brothers.  “To our Departed Brothers!”  Gentlemen, please seat the ladies.  (Pause) All of us served our country in the military after West Point for at least three years with some of us wearing the uniform a bit longer.  In every case, whether in uniform or mufti, we have been supported and sustained by ladies who usually received far too little credit for their roles in whatever success we enjoyed.  I can think of no finer examples than the ladies at Table 1.  Without giving away any ages – all these ladies were child brides, of course – each of the four couples at Table 1 have been together for at least 54 years.  Think about it, the Military Academy was founded in 1802 and their combined years of marriage exceed our school’s longevity by some 17 years.  Gentlemen, please raise your glasses and join me in a toast to our ladies.  “To the Ladies!”

 

Our program will continue after dinner.  Enjoy your meal.

 

----------------------After everyone is served dessert--------------

 

MC:  The first cadets to serve in K-2 were from the class of 1947.  The last class to enjoy the camaraderie of Kappa Dos was the Class of 1968, some of whom served as Plebes before K-2 was no more.  Tonight we are fortunate to have with us one who was there when our company was created and some who were there when the guidon was furled.  Those of us who roamed the Plain in the years of K-2 after its creation and before there was to be a third and fourth regiment, look forward to hearing from them about the conception and demise of our fraternity.  Most in attendance tonight are of the classes from 1957 to 1962 when K-2 traditions were well founded and were being further cemented.  For those classes it was rare not to serve in the same company throughout our time at West Point and we of those years in K-2 shared a common link, a mentor who was K-2 Tactical Officer for four years, 1957 to 1960.  Tom McCunniff and wife Nina join us on this his 86th birthday. Their four children and spouses plus four grandchildren, one grandson-in-law, and a grandson’s fiancee are here and will be introduced later along with several other special guests.  Suffice to say, in his four years with us, Tom McCunniff knew a lot of what went on in his company but not everything, thank goodness!  Tonight he will hear some of “the rest of the story!”

 

But first things first.  We will now hear from a guy who was there when the second regiment was expanded and K-2 was created.  John Chandler, class of 49, and wife Jane join us from New Hampshire.  John will tell us about when the Corps really was, how K-2 was born amid major reorganizational turmoil at West Point after WWII and a bit about our first Tactical Officer and a few who succeeded him.

 

John Chandler:

 

I am John Chandler of the class of 1949.  I was present for the conception and birth of company K2 and through its first three years of existence.  My challenge will be to provide highlights for the classes of 1947 through 1951.  For me, I will be working with memories from 60 years ago, more or less.  If I make a mistake, I doubt that any of you will be the wiser.  The other day I heard an interesting twist of an old saying:

 

If something is really worth doing, then do it superficially.

 

I have decided to break my presentation into four parts. 

The first part will deal with the situation in the world and at USMA sixty years ago.  This will provide me and others with a baseline to work from.

 

The second part will deal with three hugely significant events, which triggered a major transition at West Point in 1946.  The formation of Company K2 was one of several results of this transition.

 

The third part provides some highlights from the classes of 1947 through 1951 year-by-year. 

 

The final part will provide some discussion about the tactical officers of Company K2 during those early formative years.

 

SITUATION

We were in the closing days of World War II.  The war in Europe ended in May of 1945, and in the Pacific in August of that year.  The academic program had been pared down to three years during the war.  The Tactical Department was being staffed more and more with outstanding officers with extensive combat experience.  The tradition of Beast Barracks was in full flourish.  The two upper classes were Yearlings and “Firsties”. Recognition for the plebes came during June Week.  Plebe Christmas was a welcome respite from hazing.  Companies were organized by height, giving rise to the notion of flankers and runts.  The Honor System was Zero Tolerance.  There were no electives in the academic system and the lower two classes marched to their classrooms.  Chapel attendance was mandatory.  The Corps Squad football team under Red Blaik won all its games.  All cadets participated in intramural sports fall, winter and spring.  Summers were devoted to military training at Camp Buckner, Pine Camp, CAMID and visits to the Army branch schools and training centers.  Pilot training was provided for a select few, and horsemanship was voluntary.  Travel was by train, two-and-a-half ton truck, and by C-82 aircraft.  And there were an endless string of parades on the Plain, for away football games, for presidential inaugurations (Truman) and funerals (Pershing).  With the truck powered snowblowers, “Band Box” reviews were held right through the winter.  The assignment of MG Maxwell D. Taylor as superintendent heralded a new focus on the leadership at West Point.

 

TRANSITION

With World War II behind us, rumors were heard in the spring of 1946 that the academic program would return to the four-year term.  Soon a directive was issued to describe the adjustments necessary among the classes for this purpose.  For the plebes struggling to survive until recognition in June week, it was no big deal to shift to being the class of 1949.  On the other hand, the class that was to become “firsties” upon the graduation of the Class of 1946, it was quite another story.  Half of those expectant First Classmen would become “Cows”!   The waiting for the by-name list of the Class of 1947 (and 1948) was agonizing.  The 1948 HOWITZER carried a two-page diatribe about this “injustice”  You can read this emotional statement in the hospitality room.  The new cows, however, were now the class of 1948.  The class of 1947 remembered their colleagues in the class of 1948 by including 2 x 2 photographs of each former classmate in the 1948 Howitzer. 

The second earthshaking event was a reorganization into 24 cadet companies.  One might ask the question why increase the number of companies when there were no more cadets then before authorized at 2400.  Obviously, each company was smaller, but there were more leadership positions created for the First Class.  This event took place on August 26, 1946, which was during Reorganization Week.  It should be apparent that adding four companies in each regiment, without additional personnel involved stringing people out of each company to the next.  Thus, it took cadets from companies F, G, and H to make up the four new companies.  K-2 was an “expansion” club. 

The third major event was not nearly so visible.  It is my speculation that after World War II started to wind down, graduates who had been in combat and then returned to West Point made the case that there was more to military leadership than mere close order drill and studies of how battles were fought and the Principles of War.  Consequently a new department was created called Military Psychology and Leadership.  From then on cadet officers were given more and more responsibility as leaders, and peer ratings measured qualities off the drill field as well as on.  This speculation helps explain the addition of more leadership positions.

CLASSES OF 1947 – 1951

Now I'd like to turn to the several classes and their members who were in Company K2. I want you to know that I tried to follow the example of Gene Witherspoon by sending an e-mail to a respected and friendly member of each class asking for a first- person memoir in order to limit further speculation on my part.  Regrettably, I received only two out of five contributions.  But I had a Plan B: there was another alternative for me, and I have taken a few extracts from the several Howitzers to fill the gaps.

The Class of 1947 was the last three-year class. 370 out of 399 cadets graduated with the class.  It was this class that truly launched Company K-2, and they did a remarkable job.  Not the least of their challenges was “breaking in” the first tactical officer, Colonel Lester L Wheeler, a highly decorated veteran of four years in the Pacific Theater. The first shocker came when President Harry S. Truman selected K2 Company as the best marching company at a formal review in his honor in the fall of 1946.  The real cropper, came in the spring when the company won the Banker's trophy -- not bad for an expansion club.  Colonel Wheeler selected Hank Emerson, the lowest ranking member of the class, as the athletic representative and told him to win the Banker's trophy.  Even more remarkably, we did.  And if you can believe it, Hank Emerson a.k.a. The Gunfighter, retired as a three-star general commanding the 18th Airborne Corps!  Hank Emerson, in an audio tape to me, gave full credit to Colonel Wheeler for his successful military career.  Talk about military psychology and leadership; this was a prize example in my book. 

And here is an extract from their Howitzer.  - In “…uniting our diverse talents with those of the ambitious Cow, hard-working Yearlings and determined Plebes, we made K2 strength felt in all major activities of the Corps.  Guided by the benevolent despotism of Colonel Wheeler, K2 became such a guiding light that even the President picked it at P-rade.  We leave to the hands that succeed us this spirit and excellence, but we take with us some of the pride of a truly great organization”

The Class of 1948 were not ”happy campers.  The 1948 Howitzer makes reference to the”MOOOO Hop” intended to assuage their displeasure at their lot. The class graduated 301 out of 308 cadets, but some are still angry that they made the “lower” half.  Clearly, there was no way that this group should have seen itself as being the lesser qualified group.  The two halves had to be of equal talent as best man could determine, in order for the Corps to operate through the transition.  As evidence of this I call to your attention Bob Mathis.  He was first Sergeant of Company K-2, and he was recognized as a Distinguished Graduate and retired as Vice Chief of Staff of the United States Air Force. 

The Class of 1949 was very different from its predecessors.  First of all, we were the same age as a class that graduated in 1946.  Over half the class had World War II service of one kind or another.  We graduated 574 out of 906.  When the war ended, there were a good many resignations during beast barracks and later, when we transitioned to a four-year program.  Those who remained were committed to a longer relationship in the Army or Air Force. Our Howitzer  asserted that “… much have we been given and much do we take with us as we leave this rich and vital experience.  We have played our part in creating and preserving the K2 legend.  We bore for a time, and now pass on to able hands, her most enduring trait -- an indomitable spirit.”  Little did we know that within a year half of our classmates from the company would be thrown into the breach in Korea, and the toll would be heartbreaking.  And we were proud of Chick Cleveland, who retired as a lieutenant general in the U.S. Air Force and was just recently confirmed as a Fighter Ace.

The Class of 1950 was also an older class, some with World War II experience.  The class graduated 670 out of 928 cadets.  The Howitzer carried the following summary: - “We have tried to lead in our last year -- only the other classes will know if we have succeeded.  In our next work we will be separated but our class will always be together”   Little did it know that it too would be thrown into that same breach in Korea as soon as graduation leave ended, and their losses would be even greater.  Charlie Gabriel, a notable football player and cadet company commander, retired as a four-star general and Chief of Staff of the U.S. Air Force.

The Class of 1951 was a younger class, many coming soon after high school graduation.  Also, it was a smaller class and graduated 475 out of 622 cadets.  The class entered West Point two years after the end of World War II, and before the Korean War.  It was a time when the military forces were being cut back sharply. On the other hand, after this class graduated, many were called to duty in Korea.  The 1951 Howitzer stated:” K-2 set one record while here, four Tacs in four years, and to be sure, all of them had their merits and demerits.  All in all, we have been a happy closely knit group… Make way for ’51.”  Stan Sheridan, highly decorated for combat service in Vietnam, became the Project Manager for the Abrams tank and retired in 1983 as a major general.

 

 

 

TACTICAL OFFICERS

In August of 1946, company K2 assembled in North Area and was addressed by its new tactical officer, Colonel Lester Lewes Wheeler.  He announced to us: “I am Colonel Wheeler today, and will be Lieutenant Colonel Wheeler tomorrow”.  We were shocked.  He had eight overseas service bars on his sleeve, the Silver Star, two Bronze Star medals for valor, three more Bronze Star medals the Air Medal and a Combat Infantryman's Badge.  We did not realize the intricacies of congressional mandates on the grade structure of officers, and that with reductions in enlisted strength, some officers would have to revert to lower ranks.  Perhaps he chose this time and method to assuage the complaints of the new Cows.

We Yearlings already knew Colonel Wheeler.  His first assignment had been as tactical officer of Second Company at Camp Buckner, and I had been its cadet company commander.  He stood tall, erect and his blue eyes stood out from his rudy complexion.  He was soft-spoken, but was incisive and carefully measured his words.  Nothing escaped his gaze.  And he was always objective, and never personal in his criticism.  Some cadets thought him aloof and distant.  As the days passed, we warmed up to him and savored his advice and comments.  As we learned from the Military Psychology, and Leadership Program, we also realized that LTC Wheeler exemplified the goals of that program.  He was not going to lead us through fear, but rather he would endeavor to earn our respect.  Above all, he was for us, not himself.  Early on, we dubbed him ”Low Level”, a nickname we would find out later, he enjoyed.

When we were invited to his quarters, we met his wife, Dottie, a southern belle and model Army wife.  She was warm and welcoming to the Tac’s cadets.  I believe he wanted his wife to give the friendship that he could not.  And he treated his wife like a princess.  As the feminist movement gathered momentum, she expressed her feelings about it with a question:

Why stoop to equality?

When prompted, he shared with us his war stories objectively and without prejudice.  He had a droll sense of humor, but never at anyone else's expense.

Let me tell you a little more about Hank Emerson, our athletic representative in the Class of 1947.  LTC Wheeler knew from the start that Hank was doing poorly after two years and now there is just one more year left until graduation.  The position of athletic representative was the choice of a tactical officer, not to “make list”.  Colonel Wheeler imposed a single challenge to Hank.  He simply said “I want company K-2 to win the Banker's Trophy this year”.  Hank was an Army brat, and not being a “hard charger”, he no doubt had received a lot of criticism from his father.  But this challenge was a positive statement.  Hank was energized and worked tirelessly to achieve the goal.  During graduation week, LTC Wheeler sought out Hank's father and told him that Hank was indeed ready to serve as an officer.  Hank never forgot that experience, and he and Les Wheeler, fellow infantrymen, became friends for life.

For too many reasons to go into here, I enjoyed a special relationship with the Wheelers.  Suffice it to say they played a role in my marriage and that young lady is here with me tonight; my wife of 58 years, Jane.  And she is here also to represent her K-2 brother’s class of 1951.  The Wheelers and Chandlers were friends for life also

I repaid part of my debt to the Wheelers, when I became “Plebe Papa” to their son, Duke, of the class of 1965.  I was teaching in the math department from 1960 to 63.

LTC Wheeler left West Point in 1949 just before our graduation.  Shortly thereafter, the now Colonel went to Korea and commanded the 5th Regimental Combat Team, earning another Silver Star.  Later, now promoted to brigadier general, he became the commanding general of the Alaskan Command.  He retired in 1965, after his son's graduation.  He died in 1999, and his wife, Dottie, died a year later.  I can speak for the Class of 1949 that they were dearly loved by our class to a man.

Thanks to Bob Wilson of the Class of 1950, I can report the following:

Major Frank B. Clay, Class of 1942, took over as tactical officer in 1949.  He was the son of General Lucius Clay of the Berlin Airlift fame.  He retired as a major general in 1974.

Major Edmund B Edwards, Class of January 1943, followed Major Clay in 1950, but Major Clay returned to Company K-2 in 1951.  Major Edwards retired as a brigadier general in 1974 also.

CONCLUSION

Company K-2 got off to a grand start.  On the other hand the Transition was a great challenge for the cadets and tactical officers as well. Later we would associate ourselves with the Greatest Generation.

I want to thank Gene Witherspoon for this “Calling of the Clan”.  I only wish some of my peers had come to hear the “rest of the story”, which I eagerly await to hear.

 

 

MC:  Thanks, John.  We really appreciate hearing about life on the Plain and K-2 in the 40s and early 50s.  From its beginning in 1946 through the classes of 1963, with rare exception as I have mentioned, cadets served all four years in the same company, so one had ample time to enjoy and help build the legend and lore of Kappa Dos.  Beginning with the class of 64, USMA began to shuffle the deck, and effected wholesale reassignment of cadets among different companies after third class year.  Who knows, maybe the high jinks of Kappa Dos caused this attempt to “divide and conquer!”  Anyway, the folks here from 64 and later classes spent no more than two years in K-2 as did others of their classes unless they were very lucky. So, the historical four-year camaraderie of K-2 began to wane with academic year 62/63 until it was finally extinguished in 1965.  I think before we go into some depth on the McCunniff years when most of those here were assigned to K-2, it will be appropriate to place the right-hand bookend and hear from two who were there when the K-2 guidon came down.  Bob Lowry, 66 served his first two years in Kappa Dos and was reassigned just prior to its last year.  He was around for a year after K-2 deactivation so he can tell us about the Corps just after K-2 was no more.  We are fortunate to have with us, Art Hester who was the last K-2 Company Commander.  He will tell us how Kappa Dos went out with a blaze of glory.  Bob and Art will use a Huntley-Brinkley approach to tell of the last days of our fraternity.

 

Bob Lowry: 

 

Thank you for allowing me to speak tonight. I will try very hard to adhere to the three “Bs” of public speaking - be brief, be brilliant, and be gone.  And I’ll be happy if I get two out of three of those right and a 2.0 on my remarks.  But before I begin I have to provide a disclaimer.  Almost 46 years have passed since I took the oath at Trophy Point, and any inaccuracies or embellishments of the facts are a result of old age and memory loss – not because of any intent to distort them.

 

As the summer of 1962 came to an end, anxiety was rising among the new cadets in Second New Cadet Company.  We already knew that all of us would be going to one of four companies:  C-1, D-1, I-2 or K-2. And we also knew of the reputations of each of those companies.  I, along with 30 of my company mates, was among the lucky ones who got assigned to Company K-2, known even among the young Class of 1966 as the last of the great fraternities.  Many of you in this room can relate to the sense of relief I felt when company assignments were posted, and you can also relate to the flak that those of us coming to K-2 experienced – not only from the upper classmen on the beast detail, but from our own less fortunate classmates as well.

 

Reorgy week came and went, and we settled in to a new routine of classes, parades and intermurder sports competition.  1962 was the first year that new second classmen were reassigned to different companies throughout their regiment and it quickly became apparent that not all of the new cows assigned to K-2 fully understood its customs and traditions.  Sometimes they appeared to give the yearlings more “attention” than they gave us.  But as the year progressed, things began to settle down.

 

During plebe year we occupied the 47th, 48th, and 49th Divisions, and provided plebe support such as laundry and mail delivery to the second regimental staff, commanded by Lloyd Asbury. One night during reorgy week, about 10 minutes before taps, Mr. Asbury caught me in the hallway and directed me to carry an envelope to his counterpart in the 1st Regiment, Lynn Cook.  He told me to hurry and if I got stopped by anyone on the way, to just tell them I was on official business for the 2nd Regimental Commander and that I had diplomatic immunity.  Needless to say, I didn’t make it back to my room for taps, but Mr. Asbury held up the inspection until I was back in my room.  That was one of my first exposures to “caring leadership” and I have never forgotten it.

 

When Halloween came around, the yearlings gathered us together and told us about a long standing tradition in K-2 – that of the plebes going en masse to the Superintendent’s quarters to “trick or treat” – after taps! To this day I don’t know if that was really a long standing tradition, or just something some adventurous yearlings foisted upon us. But regardless, after the “all right” check, we assembled in the basement of the 49th Division in B-robes and armed with the company guidon, headed to Quarters 100.

 

With 31 plebes standing on the front porch of Quarters 100, then Major General Westmoreland, dressed in a navy blue blazer over grey slacks and a regimental tie,  opened the door and after a rather loud chorus of “trick or treat”, he said “Good evening, gentlemen,” almost as if he expected us.  While he was standing in the doorway, his then four or five year old son came sliding down the banister from upstairs, jumped onto his back, and the two of them crashed to the floor. I will never forget the silence that captured the event. But almost as if it was scripted, General Westmoreland got to his feet, sent his son back upstairs and offered us some treats.  After a few minutes of “small talk” (don’t ask me what we talked about) he suggested that we get back to the barracks before someone realized we were absent.  Plebe Christmas – an event that ended with the class of 1967 – came and went and almost before we knew it came our official recognition from the upper classmen.  I have to emphasize OFFICIAL because not all of the upper classmen-some firsties and yearlings-waited until the end of the year to shake our hands.

 

We lost four of our classmates during plebe year, but compared to D-1, which had an attrition rate of almost 40% (only 19 survived), we did well.  Buckner came and went, and we got a new group of Cows as well as a new Tac, Major Bob Cheney of the Signal Corps. We also moved around the corner to occupy the 50th, 51st and 52nd divisions.  It was left up to the yearlings to introduce the newly arrived members of the class of 1965 to the customs and traditions of Company K-2, and based on the numerous recognitions bestowed on K-2 during Art Hester’s tenure as Company Commander, we must have done a great job!  And for the record, of the 31 members of the class of 1966 who began their cadet careers in Company K-2, five held the rank of Cadet Captain at graduation – One Battalion Commander, one Regimental Executive Officer, one Regimental Adjutant, one battalion Executive Officer, and one Company Commander.

 

Reorgy week of 1964 saw my K-2 class reassigned throughout the second regiment, and we were backfilled by 23 of our classmates who collectively became known as the K-2 ZOO.  Now I will turn over to Art Hester who will tell us about K-2’s last great year of existence.

 

Art Hester:

 

One of the best memories of my two years in K-2 was a sincere desire by my classmates to move beyond the emotional aspects of going to a new company.  We’d all witnessed firsthand some of the negative impact on ’64.  I think we accomplished that early in our 2d Class year and it grew stronger when we were Firstclassmen.

I recall that we were acutely aware of the political events going on around us.  The Johnson-Goldwater campaigns in 1964 caused a lot of interest, and our increasing commitment to South Vietnam made it clear that we would soon be serving our country by leading soldiers in a time of war.  This sobering realization caused us to be a tad more committed to training, particularly anything having to do with Southeast Asia.  I don’t want to mislead you in thinking we were perfect cadets, because we were not.  But the times made us more conscientious of the real reason we were at West Point.

I’m sure that most of you know that we won both the Bankers Trophy and Superintendent’s Award that final year.  That was not by happenstance.  We had great participation in intramurals and worked hard, and often, on such mundane things as drill and ceremonies and physical proficiency.  I almost personally cost us the Superintendent’s Award since due to poor judgment on my part I went from being a cadet captain to cadet lieutenant to cadet private in the span of several weeks.  Fortunately, I accepted my punishment, walked the area during the spring break,  and was selected as the permanent cadet company commander. 

One last point I want to make is the fact that even among the numerous things going on during our June Week, it was an honor to be there for the 50th Reunion of the Class of 1915, the class the stars fell on.  I particularly recall a ceremony in front of Washington Hall to initiate the move of the George Washington Statute so that Washington Hall could be expanded.  Present were the Eisenhowers, Bradley and other members of that class.   It was a great moment, and I couldn’t help but hope that our class would serve our country as well as they had.      

 

 

Bob Lowry:  When Reorgy Week of 1965 rolled around the Corps had a different look to it.  We had four regiments, each with two battalions and three companies in each battalion. K-2 had become Company D-4, USCC.  And somewhere along the way – I don’t remember exactly when, either the summer of 64 or 65 -- we stopped using FM 22-5A (Cadet Drill) as our marching guide - you all remember “Squads Right” as we formed on the plain – and we started marching in company mass.  At about the same time the orientation of the parade field was changed and the reviewing stand was moved from in front of the Supe’s house to its present location on the north east corner of the parade field. Also in our last year there were three details for cadet officers, each lasting about three months.  The final detail is what resulted in our “permanent” cadet rank.  Company D-4, the new designation of K-2, remained in the lost fifties and tried to carry on the tradition but it just wasn’t quite the same.  However…

 

In the early fall of 1965, eight firsties, five of whom had served in Company K-2, began to formulate a plan to steal the Navy goat.  We left on a Friday afternoon and headed south. It was on the 190th birthday of the United States Marine Corps that we successfully captured the Navy Goat, which was being guarded by two United States Marines.  In the interest of time, I’ll not share the details of the operation, but on the Friday before the Army-Navy Game the goat was recovered by academy officials and returned to the Naval Academy in an unmarked van.  Those of us involved in the heist received a commandant’s board and lost our first class privileges for approximately six weeks.  But the end of the story for me came about two and one-half years later in Vietnam.  My Brigade Commander, who shall remain nameless, stopped at my base camp for lunch one day and during the course of the meal he relayed to me that the peer pressure on the members of the commandant’s board was so intense that his wife told him if we got even one demerit, he would be sleeping by himself for the rest of his life!

 

Illegitimus non Carborundum!

 

MC:  And now to McCunniff years.  We trust you have enjoyed some of the photos of past K-2 events and people.  One picture is of our four-year Tac, then Major Tom McCunniff.  Talk about Black, Gold and Gray running through your veins, Tom McCunniff not only had a Father who was Commandant of Cadets, but had he not arrived a couple of days early, Tom would actually have been born on Founders Day as I am sure was the plan!  Happy birthday again, sir!  Introduce those at McCunniff table.  Before we get into detail of our time with Tom McCunniff, let me introduce those seated at his table.  First, Tom’s wife Nina is remembered by us ex-cadets as the role model of an Army Wife.  She was always a favorite no matter how much grief her husband may have visited on us!  You have already heard from John Chandler who is here with his wife Jane.  Also at Table 1 is our second most senior K-2 attendee.  Bob Bartlett, class of 53, and his wife Carol live right here on Hilton Head.  And finally we are honored to have with us as special guests, General Art Brown and wife Jerry, also class of 53.  General Brown is the senior army retiree on Hilton Head and a former Vice Chief of Staff of the Army. I served with several engineers from 53 including LTG Vald Heiberg, as in Elvin Ragnvald Heiberg the III, who was the Chief of Engineers and son of Col Elvin Heiberg Jr. whom most of us remember as head of the Mechanics Department.  He and Bob are close friends.  Bob Bartlett shared with me a couple of facts about his K-2 class.  They had the Anchor man in 53, the late Bill Strickland, who roomed with Bob. Having a star man as a roommate and built in academic coach no doubt helped Bill get through under the wire.  Bob Bartlett graduated “lucky 13th” in his class.  I suspect Bill Strickland’s motto was like that of our anchor man, Red Zaldo, “a tenth earned over 2.0 is a tenth wasted.”  Winning last place was a real challenge with so many goats in hot pursuit!  53 also had pacesetting K-2 file, the late Charlie Zipp, who was blessed with the first son of the class.  (Now to the roast, I mean program)  As a new tactical officer, Tom McCunniff’s first class at West Point was 1957 and it was a rocky beginning for the rookie Tac.  Some great soldiers and leaders came from 57, but it will always be remembered as the class that broke ranks and headed for the barn a bit early during Graduation Parade.  But let’s hear from one of its own as to why 57 should be remembered for more noble contributions to K-2 lore.  Carl Waldenmaier will describe how our poem was created as he was there with our poet laureate Jack Hesse wrote the Kappa Dos poem.

 

Carl Waldenmaier:

 

 Intro

        1.  Jack was born outside New Orleans, La.

2.  Attended a Jesuit HS and could read, write and speak both Latin and Greek.  He was a hive.  Joined USCC July 1953 at the ripe age of 17 1/2, right out of HS.

3.  I roomed with him 2 years, Ed Bodenhamer and I roomed with him 1 year.  Never had to study much, quick mind, fantastic memory. 

4.  Rarely drafted anything, used Waterman fountain pen.

        5.  Would snow the P's by quoting Latin and Greek.

6.  Firstie year he was President of the Chess Club.  Would practice on Ed Bodenhamer and me by being flat on his back in the rack, staring at the ceiling and play us both at the same time with a separate board in front of both of us.  And he won. (We'd try and cheat and move figures without him knowing it but he'd catch us) Mike Higgins was his favorite opponent.

 

The Poem

1.  K-2 being a flanker company, was already a little loose by USCC standards.  But, even though we stuck with the Plebe system and class rank, there was a spirit of "hanging in there together." without fraternization.

        2.  Example my Beast Barracks and Bill Hauser, '54.

3.  Jack examplified the Kappa Dos Spirit, he was loose but could be counted on to buckle down if needed, or "the spirit moved him"

4.  He wrote the Poem one night, again, with his trusty fountain pen.  Both Ed and I didn't have to change a word.  What you see is what he wrote.

5.  We did go back to bed and caught some more sack time.

6.  And our rooms didn't catch too many demerits, Captain Tom searched and saw everything.  When we had to do the "shine and blitz" thing, we could do it.

7.  Last time I saw Jack and his family was after he got out of the Air Force and was working in Connecticut in the late 60's.  Sadly, the author of our poem died in December of 2001.  His legacy remains in our hearts and in the history of Kappa Dos.

 

 

The Stars

1.  Every class has their Star Men, but '57 K-2 had a bunch.  Read list.

 

 

MC:  After surviving his first year with 57, Major McCunniff recovered nicely and groomed the 58-led company into a finely honed marching machine.  In May 58, K-2 was selected to represent West Point as its only company to accompany the remains of unknown soldiers from WWII and Korea to join their unknown WWI comrade in a final resting place at Arlington National Cemetery.  One of our poster photos shows the company escorting the unknown soldiers from the Capitol Rotunda to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at Arlington.  Those of us who were there do not have fond memories of that event or at least our role in it.  After a 5 mile march in very hot and humid late May weather, we were required to stand at present arms for a long time -- a very long time!  The veterans could be heard clicking back their M-1 rear sites to hook over their waist plates during this endurance ordeal.  We plebes were not that savvy or brave.  Then, as the heat and humidity took its toll, the ceremony boiled down to a contest between us and the adjacent Naval Academy company to see who would have fewer men pass out.  It was an ugly draw.  So much for winning the drill streamer, Tom!  (Wofford)  But it was not all work for the class of 58.  Milt Wofford, the company commander, remembers an ingenious method of easing the pain of a long confinement during Cow year.  He and his roommates stored scotch whiskey in a Vitalis hair tonic bottle and topped it with vegetable oil to prevent prying inspectors from discovering the stash by smell.  Even though I have a Masters Degree in Hydraulic Engineering, I am still not clear on how they extracted the scotch for evening cocktails without getting a taste of the vegetable oil not to mention the residue of Vitalis.  However, I am sure it beat my classmate, John Heingtes’ method of straining Mennens aftershave through bread for his evening cocktail.  (Beat Navy)  Mike Duvall remembered that during the Navy portion of Cow Trip, he and Milt were the only cadets to ever paint Beat Navy on the flight deck of an Aircraft Carrier, in this case, the Tarawa.  Unfortunately, they were also the only two cadets to get caught painting Beat Navy on a carrier and subsequently spent much of Cow year in confinement where the Vitalis bottle played a prominent role. (USAFA Dedication)  K-2 58 also had a large contingent who participated in the dedication of the Air Force Academy during the summer of 1955. (Bradley)  Finally, I believe it was during the last year for 58 that a great episode occurred.  Nothing to do directly with K-2 but a story worth telling.  It seems that Omar Bradley was returning to West Point for a visit and at the last minute on a Sunday afternoon, he decided he wanted to visit his old room in Central Barracks where a plaque had been posted for many years indicating that Bradley had once resided there as a cadet.  In those days, Sunday afternoon was the least likely time a room might need to be squared away and, of course, the occupants were given very little time to prepare for the visit. They scurried around and hurriedly moved all the unauthorized stuff to the room across the hall just before the Bradley party arrived.  Upon reaching the second floor, General Bradley said the room with the plaque was not his and instead veered across the hall and opened the door to his old room where he was greeted by four sweaty cadets in underwear.  Bradley announced that the room looked just like it did when he lived there!

 

Class of 59:  And then it was time for the Class of 59 to lead the company, maybe Tom’s greatest challenge as a Tac.  Phil Huntingdon, his Company Commander that memorable year is out there.  Otie Tibbets is also here and he remembers visiting your quarters for “social training,” one of the few places a cadet could drink legally on the reservation in those days.  At this dinner, Otie says you gave him a rather large drink with the advice to “never serve a small drink or a cheap drink.”  I believe we have followed your guidance tonight, at least concerning the “cheap” part.  (OTL) Another thing you may remember was that 59 instituted an OTL tradition wherein the person voted grossly “out to lunch” for some deed or omission would be required to carry an OTL lunch pail for a full day as recognition of such behavior.  As I recall, you were unanimously selected by the OTL committee to tote the pail for a day.  Your specific OTL warranted blunder is lost in antiquity, but sir, to commemorate that event and your good sportsmanship in going along with the tradition, we want to present the OTL pail to you and ask you to retire it unless someone else tonight is deemed more worthy by some deed or misdeed.

Take the pail to Tom, salute and present.  

 

But there were many other capers instigated and perpetrated by the Class of 59 not least of which were the steam tunnel adventures.  We just happen to have, Tom Leo, the Head Mole with us tonight and he will describe these and other 59-led adventures in as much detail as collective memories allow.

 

Tom Leo:  The Moles ---

 

I had the pleasure of being the Head Mole, leading the Moles in the Fall of 1958 and Spring of '59 - AY'58/'59 – hard to believe that almost a half century has passed . . .

We actually started during Beast in the summer of '58.  I was First Detail Supply Sgt. for 5th New Cadet Company with a LOT of – in those days ‘relative’ freedom - needed to go to the Post Engineers' compound for something or other.
There I accidentally discovered a map of the Steam Tunnels, my curiosity was piqued, I took it back to my room; and after some ‘consultations’ among a bunch  of clowns, a few of us started exploring the tunnels at night.  We could travel to the 'lost 50's' and into the old gym from as far away as the Powerhouse - as well as all the way up to the Protestant Chapel - which we did one night; Joe  (Joel Spivak,'60) played a few bars of "Hail, hail, the gang's all here" on the Chapel organ at midnight.

We also hung Reb Bearce by his ankles over the side of the Chapel bell tower so that he could unfurl a ‘Beat South Carolina’ banner which then covered half of the tower. On still another foray into the Cadet Chapel we taped felt pads onto the bell clappers so they were deadened when played.

One night we rolled some of the wheeled cannons off Trophy Point, across the Plain, and then chained them to the rail around the front of the Old Washington Hall - that's why the cannons on display today are now bolted down into concrete.

Then we went for the breechblock.  It may be accurately presumed that the O C‘s daily report one lovely Fall morning in September of 1958, would have read as follows:

0600        Reveille Cannon failed to fire

0610        Upon further investigation it was revealed that the cannon failed to fire due to the absence of the breechblock

(The tube of a 105 mm howitzer was the firing piece using a blank round)

0900        Continuing the investigation, based upon the report and (expletives deleted) commentary of the Commandant, BG Throckmorton, it was further determined that said missing breechblock was found – behind the right rear wheel of his vehicle which was parked in the driveway of his residence, QTRS 102.

Further investigation revealed that the remainder of the firing mechanism was ensconced behind the left rear wheel of said vehicle. 

 

It may also be accurately presumed that six more relatively similar reports (extended research in the archives of the USMA Library would not yield OC reports) were rendered during the AY ‘58/’59.

The second repository of said purloined breechblock was the bottom shelf of the icebox in the First Regimental Commanders HQ, then Bldg 720 – the ‘BOODLERS’

Try as we might, none of those involved in these escapades can remember the repository of the third removal.

 

On the fourth try said item was carefully placed within a pristine, glass enclosed display case on the third floor of Thayer Hall, – at the intersection of two hallways. Courtesy of the Ordnance Dept, said case was used to house some of their more highly prized items – projectiles, fuses, etc.  After all, what would be a more fitting display, a better location for our ‘piece of ordnance’?  Unfortunately, the case was locked, we had no key and our knives could not budge the lock! – We did however carry a full complement of tools – ropes, a crowbar, bolt cutters, screwdrivers, pliers, etc.  We used a screwdriver to remove the glass from one of the doors of the display case, placed the breechblock among the other accouterments, replaced the glass, returned to barracks and went to bed.

The fifth iteration also remains a mystery to us remaining old Moles – again no one can recall the action, to include the ‘resting place’ of said item . . .

As an aside; please forgive my ancient, forgetful memory – our group had a few permanent members –  Dan Schrader, Larry Shuck, Reb Bearce, Dewitt Talmadge Monroe, (now deceased, may God have mercy on them) – myself, Rex Rhein and Otie Tibbetts and Joel Spivack ( C-1)  were also regulars.  Volunteers from other Classes – whose names I can no longer remember, who however have done me the honor of reintroducing themselves over ensuing years as participants in our ‘adventures’  joined us in our forays.

Our sixth mission involved the removal of all of the furniture from the Poop Deck, the OLD Poop Deck, in the OLD Mess Hall, prior to the expansion of said edifice from three wings into six.  We made our way out to Trophy Point; Dan did his thing, and the Breech Block was transported back to Washington Hall and after bringing the furniture down the interior stairway we set it up again inside the main interior doors at the entrance to the dining area with the breechblock prominently displayed in the center of the dining table on a dinner plate so that the troops could view the ‘coup’ as they  marched in for breakfast in the morning!  Few if any of these missions were planned in advance – we just got together when the ‘moon was right’, decided what would be fun and set out. .

The piece’d’ resistance, the seventh, final time that we 'liberated' it was to hang it from the Northeast gargoyle on the Clock tower.

By then, because of the success of our previous ‘missions’, the TD had installed a heavy canvas cover, secured with a padlock, over the cannon and had MPs walking patrols on Trophy Point as a preventive measure.  We initially thought of/planned to replicate MacArthur's alleged feat of putting the entire reveille cannon up on the clock tower, but the frame supporting the barrel and breech of the cannon was bolted, welded down - the nuts were welded to the bolts of the frame supporting the assemblage on Trophy Point; - we used to carry tools, however, try as we might we could not budge the welded nuts!  Again we had to settle just for the breechblock, which was a very heavy piece of machined tool steel.  We used two way radios for that one - I was on the Plain – prone, Reb Bearce was sitting behind the saddle on George Washington’s horse and others were deployed watching for patrolling MPs.

Someone using the bolt cutters cut the padlock off the canvas cover, Dan again did his thing, the group then took off along flirtation walk up to the top of the tower with a couple of us still on the level of the Plain as lookouts. The troops on the Clock Tower held onto Spivack’s legs while he pushed the wire (we had looped field wire through the block to suspend it) out to the edge of the gargoyle with a broom handle.  The block swung about 20' off the ground until 2pm the following day, much to the joy of cadets heading to and from class.  The Post Engineer finally used a 'cherry picker' to retrieve it.  (By way of comparison, it took a company of engineers to get the cannon down when MacArthur supposedly put it up there -.Actually Hugh S. Johnson ’03, Cullum Number 4174, was the leader of that group.)

Larry Shuck, on the staff of The POINTER did an article on us, complete with photos, with faces of course blacked out. I have been told that the Comm spent many an hour perusing that article trying to identify us.

 

ANOTHER STORY

 

One evening, after football practice, not having anything productive to do, and with a couple of free hours (?) to kill, we were wandering the Post, looking for something to do. (At that point I was the head of the Administrative Section of the Cheerleaders – actually the head Scrounge – (The Rabble Rousers) and so had the Jeep which pulled the Rally Cannon.  Passing the Post Dump, with absolutely nothing in mind, we came upon a standard GI issue ‘headstone’ for a grave.  Again, having absolutely no idea, no plan for anything, and presuming that the family of the deceased had arranged for a more decorative monument, we loaded the discarded tombstone into the jeep, proceeded back to the cadet area, secured the jeep and went in to supper (In TROG Days, the evening meal was ‘Supper’).  Discussing what to do with the tombstone, it was decided that the block of marble - at approximately 300 #s, - would rest comfortably in Rocky Versace’s bed, so several of us departed the Mess Hall via the kitchens, - (again in 'olden days' there were Yearling Mess Hall Corporals stationed at the doors; if you left before your Class light was lit, you had to give an 'all right' – meaning you were on authorized business.) prior to ‘Batts Rise’, went back to the jeep, retrieved the tombstone, took it up to Rocky’s room, deposited it in his bed.

Nothing happened during ‘call to quarters’ – we were required to remain in our rooms, studying, or in the library, or at officially sanctioned meetings – until ‘release from quarters’, when we decided that we would remove the stone from Rocky’s rack – (He was beginning to wonder where he was going to sleep) - it ended up in the ‘soap drum’, the garbage receptacle of the division BP – the ‘Barracks Policeman’ or Janitor – in this instance “Ed” who had no idea what he would be facing on the following morning.

 

Needless to say, ‘Ed‘ was not able to move his receptacle in the morning, we had to retrieve the stone – it ultimately ended up as the first ‘tombstone’ in a mock graveyard at the base of the Clock tower, where subsequent excess gravestones were implanted,

This happened I believe between our 1st and 2nd FB games - you will recall that we were undefeated that year (1 tie, Pitt, 21-21). Anyway, we took the tombstone over to the base of the Clock tower, turned the stone upside down, reversed it in order to hide the original name, planted it at the base of the Clock tower & painted the name of Army's opponent(s) and the score on the stone.  During the ’58 season we were undefeated, an accomplishment matched by no Army Team in the last 50 years.

I do not remember whether or not any photos were taken – we couldn’t find any, and if not, it's a shame; I presume the engineers just scarfed up all of the 'stones' at the end of the season and took them back to the dump . . .

 

Still ANOTHER Tale . . .

 

’58, ’59, ’60, ‘61 were all present for this event , even if you don't remember it.  On a beautiful, sunny Sat in the Spring of 1958, we had a Saturday p'rade, a Brigade Parade/Review - (I know that there is a difference between a Parade and a  Review, however I have NO idea what it is!)

Billy (Schwartz) was known for his low (negative) 'care factor', indeed, all he really sweated were ladies, and doing well in International Relations - his hobby - actually he did VERY well there, running SCUSA, I believe in '59.
Anyway - he rarely if ever shined anything that he didn't have to, Rog Quinn & I - his Cow roommates, used to ride him about it.  Finally, we hit on a plan to wake him/shake him up, or so we thought.  I found an M-1 training round, no powder, no primer; I shined it up so that it GLEAMED, put it in the chamber of Bill's  M-1 just prior to leaving for assembly for that p'rade, thinking that the round would eject on the first - of many - 'Inspection Arms'.  Didn't happen!  Normally in those days a company went through Inspection Arms prior to departure from the Area for the p'rade; as usual we were late, Typical for KAPPADOS)  In fact I think that some members were running to catch up as we marched off, out of  North Area.  Again - in 'days of yore', at a Brigade Review we occasionally did a manual of arms on the Plain, to  include Inspection Arms.  Not this day!  The p'rade went off w/o a hitch, we marched back into the Area - again - usually before 'opening ranks for inspection' we'd do Inspection  Arms' again - not today!  By this time I was Really beginning to SWEAT, since I was the one who planted the dummy round and would have to own up to it, pay the price if something got messed up!  Bill, Rog & I were in the third platoon - Neil Mathis,’58 was Platoon Leader - I ran this past him some time ago - he really enjoyed the story but has no  recollection of it.  We opened ranks, McC chose to inspect the First Platoon, Neil had us, his own Platoon.  As he went along the rank, I was ready to faint, however when it came Bill's turn, up came the rifle, he cranked the bolt open and out flew the round, glistening in the bright Spring sunlight!
Bill just about messed his pants, I froze, Neil didn't react - afterwards I went over and retrieved the round from the pavement.
Over the years, Bill has asked me about getting the round back - he has phrased in the context of being 'classmated' - he's of course right, minus any malice - we were trying to get his attention <g>!  I have always told him that I could not find - truthfully - the round.  Some time ago, I was rooting through some old stuff and found it.  It was my hope to present it - all shined up of course - to him at the end of these festivities - along with this story, tonight, however Bill’s wife Joyce is not well so having related another KAPPADOS story, we will mail the souvenir to Bill.

 

 

MC:  Thanks Head Mole, aka Tom.  The only class that had Tom McCunniff as tac for all four years at West Point was 1960.  Phil Walker attending with wife Gia and Joe Stilwell with wife Kathleen are the K-2 representatives here tonight from the Class of 60.  Joe was able to clear his schedule at the 11th hour in order to attend.  Not all of you are aware that Joe is a third generation West Pointer.  His grandfather was Vinegar Joe Stilwell of China/Burma/India Theater fame in WWII.  At West Point we affectionately called our Stilwell, Cider Joe! (Pause) Although not K-2 files, we do have two other 1960 Academy graduates in attendance.  Denny Dice from K-1 and wife Ann live on the Island and they were kind enough to escort Tom and Nina.  Also from the USCG Academy class of 60 is my brother, Knox and wife Heather who live here in the Sea Pines area.  Some of you enjoyed his island tour today.  Mike Mierau was the company commander in 1960 and he was one of several smart guys in that K-2 class.  Not as many star men as you have heard from 1957, but certainly more than our 61 group of Kappa Dosers.  Unfortunately, academic prowess did not always translate into what was called “military aptitude” or leadership ability. One of those smart guys from the class of 60 whom I remember from my plebe days was one each Cyrus Wilson.  Cy had a tendency to do some rather non-smart things when exercising his leadership prerogatives as an upperclassman.  I can remember Cy correcting one of my plebe classmates for trying to “hang the Corps” with a piece of loose string on his class shirt.  Although my eyes stayed straight ahead as required, I had pretty good peripheral vision in those days and witnessed helpful Cy try to remove the loose thread which he did successfully by ripping off my classmate’s entire pocket!  Oops!  Jim Crabbe, wanted to be with us but could not break away from his duties as a Professor at the University of North Carolina.  However, he forwarded an escapade that involved our favorite tac and I will synopsize his account which was quite lengthy.  It seems that the weekend before June Week 1960 he and a few friends made a trip to the 202 Club which got a lot of West Point business because it was the closest bar just outside the 15 mile drinking limit from the reservation.  Joe and his friends cut it close and had a girlfriend of one of the guys drop them off at the sally port nearest K-2 barracks.  In an inebriated and improperly dressed fashion, they dashed through the sally port right into the arms of one Major McCunniff who had some unkind words for them like,   crazy, irresponsible and even stupid.  Needless to say, Jim did not get to spend much time with his parents and a girl he had invited from Kansas for June Week as he ended his four years with 10 hours on the area. Trousers Caper.  My classmate, Joe Dahle, started with the Class of 60 but finished with us after running into some difficulty with the math department.  Let the record reflect it couldn’t have been a problem with John Chandler who arrived on the scene to teach math after Joe finally overcame whatever difficulty he had encountered in that department.  Anyway, Joe kept a plebe diary and extracted a few things of note to relate about 60’s plebe year.  For the information of some of our guests, in those days, plebes at West Point still did not get to go home for the holidays as John Chandler has pointed out was the case in his day.  Anyway, it was tradition in K-2 for the plebes to try some stunt just before the upperclassmen departed the reservation.  According to Joe’s diary, the night before the three upper classes were to depart for leave, the class of 60 plebes pulled an early morning raid and purloined all of the upperclassmen’s trousers and hid them in the sinks.  His description posted in the Hospitality Suite goes into great detail concerning this caper and its aftermath but I will leave it to your imagination and the memory of those here who were on the receiving end as to how they turned out in skivvies on a cold morning.   Fast forward to January and a Saturday morning inspection.  Major McCunniff finally noticed that OK Lewis had no locker door.  The following is supposed to have ensued.  TAC:  Mr. Lewis, where is your locker door?  OK:  Sir, when the plebes took our trousers just before Christmas, the one who came in here couldn’t open it, so he pulled the door off.  TAC:  Oh!

 

Now to the class of 61.  As one who survived (barely) as Company Commander in 61 I will do the talking.

 

Tom, although you and family, including your last two Army brats born at West Point,  had left before we started our first class year in the fall of 1960, your leadership carried over as we won at least one Regimental drill streamer that year.  One of the firsts for 61 was the end of height segregation in the Corps.  Until we arrived, K-2 files were all about the same height.  Look around the room and, except for some who have shrunk, all from classes before 1961 are about 6 feet tall.  As a guy who was 5’ 10”, being in a taller company was a godsend.  However, if you were my height and assigned to M-1 or L-1, it was not so great!  Our tallest plebe in Class of 61 was a guy named Jim Madden who was about 6’ 8”.  Jim was sent from M-2 over to South Area on some mission and he barely returned alive.  He recalled being chewed out by an L-1 runt who was barking at Jim’s belt buckle.  When asked “do you hear me Mister?” Keeping his eyes straight ahead as required, Jim replied, “Sir, I can hear you, but I can’t see you!”  (Kennedy Inauguration)  Another event of note for 61 was participation in the inaugural parade for President Kennedy.  Those who were there will remember a bitterly cold day with snow barely removed in time for the parade.  West Point was first in order of march so we had to line up early, of course.  I remember one guy in the company dropping his rifle on the pavement and having the bayonet blade break off at the hilt because the temperature was so low.  Finally after a couple of hours milling around in the cold, someone with a transistor radio learned that the “Kennedy party was proceeding to lunch!”  When we finally marched past the reviewing stand and did an unusual “eyes left,” my hand was frozen to the saber hilt.  Winning the peace was a cold as well as a lonely business.  .

 

But on to more pleasant memories of 61.  Our most defining K-2 adventure was really an extension of 59’s OTL tradition as it culminated in a similar presentation.  Here is a rundown of the Otis T Lee caper.  Nothing as exciting and dangerous as the tunnel mole adventures of 59, but a long weekend of events that captured the attention of the Corps and the USMA Staff & Faculty as well.  As K-2 Company Commander, I was merely a facilitator (which means I went with the flow and didn't stop what transpired under the diabolical imagination of our Kappa Dos files).

 

It all started with the arrival of an ROTC cadet from NYU who was at USMA on one of those sleep-over orientation long weekends.  I do remember his name but will simply refer to him as NYU. Anyway, he was both gung ho and extremely naïve and gullible, a dangerous combination for someone assigned to be oriented in K-2.  The first thing he asked me was, "Is this a TO&E Army Company."  When I jokingly told him, "yes, our Armored Personnel Carriers are parked in the motor pool" and he believed me, I knew we had a live one.

 

Unfortunately for him, he was assigned to room with Bob Eveleth (originally class of 60) and Jim Corcoran, two guys who held no admiration for the gung ho and knew gullible when they saw it!  When our NYU cadet lieutenant learned that one of his assigned roommates, Bob Eveleth, was a cadet sergeant, he decided to give Bob special dispensation and not require him to call him “sir.”  In short order, Bob and Corky enlisted the entire K-2 plebe class and many others to properly orient their ch