For Auld Lang Syne
My algorithms last night brought me the story of a combat Marine whose first war experience was in 1968 at the brutal siege of Khe Sanh. His was a good story. He was from a good, middle-class family in Connecticut. His parent's plan for him was to go to Notre Dame in South Bend like his father did. I think his mom went to St. Mary's but don't quote me on that. The young man didn't really have the grades for Notre Dame, but worse than that, he didn't have the football talent either. Dad, an FBI agent and an alum, wrote letters to get him in there anyway, but the son knew it wasn't for him. He gave it two years before it became evident that, yes, he really didn't have the grades, and he flunked most of his courses and left school. His father (and mom) was livid, seeing it as an act of rebellion and a personal affront to them. The boy went to a USMC recruiter in New Haven and signed a contract. His dad had sternly warned him that losing his college deferment m...