At Yale University I was a Navel ROTC student. Before it got cold we dressed in Blues and marched as a unit under the direction of a First Class Petty officer named Gordon. He was short but he had a very loud voice and we Cadets lined up and marched to his commands. The entire Core took a course my first year in military history. The thing I remember about the course was a guy named Clausewitz and the fact I got caught chewing gum in class. On the first day of class, the instructor stopped in mid sentence and pointed to me up in the fourth row of seating. """"Up there, you are gum chewing. That is not allowed in my classroom """" I am embarrassed and I gesture to remove the gum from my mouth and pretend to stick it under my seat. The rest of the hour I keep my head down and take notes all the while with the gum immobile in my mouth. I don't really know if there was anyone else like me chewing but the point was made there will be no gum chewing in his class. I thought this was petty bull shit. Welcome to the Navy, Cadet. | Neopolitan Holiday by Charles E. Roy, Hardcover | Indigo Chapters