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Oh, man . . .

Yesterday I learned that one of the cadets I taught the History of the Military Art to when I was on the faculty at West Point is now a major and been assigned to one of the staff groups I teach here at Fort Leavenworth.

My immediate response was:

1. Poor guy. (At USMA, at least, he only had to put up with me for a semester. Here he is stuck with me the entire academic year.)

2. How and when the heck did I get old enough for this to happen?

Comments (2) to “Oh, man . . .”

  1. Wait until your former cadets start getting promoted to full colonel and brigadier general. Or when they retire after twenty years of service. Then you’ll really feel old. Trust me.

  2. Yeah, but then I will be so old I won’t have to care!