At Lafayette, we stood and marched in formation on the Quad, carrying M-1 rifles, wearing olive-drab woolen jackets and trousers, spit-shined shoes, cotton khaki shirts, bright brass medallions, and visored army caps. John Pearl stood beside me, mouthing off, his collar loose, his tie askew, bellowing, “YES SIR!” so everyone would know what he thought [...]

written by Reuven Goldfarb