small world...

Tonight, at the Firstie Club, a group of graduates having a reuinion sponsored the beer. Yes, free beer, all night. I sat down with some friends who were (along with myself), retiring our positions. A nice old grad sat down with us in a herringbone suit and a combover which had since fallen from over to the side. He was very nice and began with the usual old grad banter...graduation, position, came back to teach etc. But, as the conversation went on, he grew more and more interesting...

After volunteering to go to Vietnam, he found himself in the battallion of an officer who had been his Regimental Commander at West Point when he was a plebe. Small world. He told us about separating his soldiers into three shifts...drinkers, pot heads and the sober ones. Drinkers worked mornings (while they were hungover, they would at least work) sober kids worked nights, pot smokers evenings.

From Vietnam, he went back to the states where he taught Econ and American Politics here (go Sosh Mafia!) at West Point. From WP, he went to Iran where he was a military attache. His boss there was his old English Professor here, at West Point...small world. He was there when the Embassy was overrun and escaped out the back gate. I didn't quite figure out how he got back to the states, but, he did.

He met his wife after that. On their first date, the car went off the road, she broke her leg and the car caught on fire. He pulled her out and went back to get her purse. Her father was the Dean of Annapolis. Small world...