My cadet platoon leader and his roommate were involved in the 1995 goat napping (the one where one of the Navy goats nearly died). Supe nearly got kicked out...until a 4-star gave them a coin at the Army-Navy bonfire. *sad trombone noises for the Supe here--it was awesome to witness live*
There are many crazy Army-Navy stories. Like the time there were four of us crammed into literally the last hatchback available to drive from Newburgh down to Philly.
Did we reserve a hatchback? No.
Did the rental place basically look at us like, "Okay, so what are you going to do about it?" Yes.
Were there four of us contemplating a practical demonstration of cadet boxing to the smarmy clerk smirking at us? Also yes.
There is no honor among cadets when you're in a car powered by hopepower (because man, there certainly weren't any horses involved) on the Jersey Turnpike and your friends have somehow managed to rent a Mustang. True demoralization is watching tail lights dwindle into the distance while the engine makes the "sick Millennium Falcon hyperdrive sound" every time you get above 55.
Why did they abandon us, you ask? Because the president of Bryn Mawr had publicly invited the Corps / Brigade to attend a dance / social prior to the game. But at least we won. Again. :)
My cadet platoon leader and his roommate were involved in the 1995 goat napping (the one where one of the Navy goats nearly died). Supe nearly got kicked out...until a 4-star gave them a coin at the Army-Navy bonfire. *sad trombone noises for the Supe here--it was awesome to witness live*
WOW! Haha, that’s incredible.
There are many crazy Army-Navy stories. Like the time there were four of us crammed into literally the last hatchback available to drive from Newburgh down to Philly.
Did we reserve a hatchback? No.
Did the rental place basically look at us like, "Okay, so what are you going to do about it?" Yes.
Were there four of us contemplating a practical demonstration of cadet boxing to the smarmy clerk smirking at us? Also yes.
There is no honor among cadets when you're in a car powered by hopepower (because man, there certainly weren't any horses involved) on the Jersey Turnpike and your friends have somehow managed to rent a Mustang. True demoralization is watching tail lights dwindle into the distance while the engine makes the "sick Millennium Falcon hyperdrive sound" every time you get above 55.
Why did they abandon us, you ask? Because the president of Bryn Mawr had publicly invited the Corps / Brigade to attend a dance / social prior to the game. But at least we won. Again. :)
Really nice overview. New subscriber, go Army.
Kayla, well written article!!! Go Navy!!
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