PLATTSBURG! What a depth of meaning there is in the word! What an image it has forever indelibly stamped into our memories!

Plattsburg! The snappiest, peppiest Camp in the old U. S. A.! What an education it has been to us—with its snap, its vigor, and its dash. A place where you had to be continuously on the job.

And at Plattsburg, Carolina was on the job.

Of the one hundred and twenty-five University men at this Camp, practically all who were eligible as officers obtained their commissions at the expiration of the course. We hit the place with a rush, and quickly adapted ourselves to the surroundings. The youth from Maine hiked along the Lake Shore Road beside the lad from California, and the son of the Old North State had for his “bunkie” the boy from Montana. The very air at Plattsburg was full of pep. There wasn't a leisure moment from 5.30 in the morning until 9.00 at night. And it was this dash, this continuous on-the-go that made men of the fellows.

5.30—A terrific clanging right in your very ear—and you were on your feet, dressing like mad! Three minutes, and you heard the first sergeant's shrill whistle. “All out—On the line—Compane-e-e- -”, and then you woke up! Oh, how good that old bunk felt—but that was all over now, and it was time for grub. And wasn't that chow dee-licious?

7.00—“All out in seven minutes with long packs—ten miles out, and ten back—get your canteens full”, and in a few moments we were off down the old Peru Road. And when twelve bells came around, didn't that hot water, and those Bolognas and cheese sandwiches taste good?

1.00 p. m.—and we were hitting the old turnpike again, swinging along to the strain of “The Last Long Mile.” At five, we were back at the barracks, and at five-one we were in the bath-house cooling off. And then supper, and after that retreat and the study period.

And on other days there were the lectures at the Stadium, and the movies at night, with Company “A's” quartet singing “Yama Yama,” and all of us huddled up in our blankets and quilts out there under the pines and the starry canopy of the heavens. Oh, they were great old days! We can never forget them. And the Lake! It, too, had the pep, for it was always lashing and rolling, and seemed to be alive, and interested in us.

And on Sundays, the services in the “Y” hut, and on Sunday evenings the big “Sing” out on the parade grounds, kept us occupied and full of spirit.

Above all stood the friend of the fellows—one who was always looking out for them—Colonel Dentler, whose familiar figure as he stood upon the platform at the Stadium will always be remembered by everyone who was there, and whose kindly words of encouragement will never be forgotten.

“Show your ever-increasing discipline by rapidly dispersing from all sides. DISMISSED!” Those were his words of dismissal.