Company C-2
First Row: W. Davis, R. McCourt, R. Swetman, P. Guth, M. Wimmer.
Second Row: J. Dodd, R. Enzenauer, T. Noreen, M. Collura.
Third Row: F. Bennett, R. Miske, M. Harrison.
Fourth Row: W. Barattino, D. Brooks, R. McNulty, D. Sykora.
Fifth Row: J. Kilian, R. Patton, N. Ahle, H. Weiskopí, J. Lynes, S. Pospisil, N. Jones, N. Jones, R. Smith, M. Kirby, T. Bolyard.
Not Pictured: A. Fucci, A. Perle, R. van Deusen, R. Ivery.
In four years we never discovered what the C in C-2 stood for. To very uninitiated plebes it meant Charlie-two. Sometimes it almost seemed the safe haven of a Camelot, but then an overeager striper or anxious Tac conspired to buck everything up and return to the standards of the Corps that cares. Mostly we just lived in a circus -- Wooter, Gabby, and somewhere back there a fellow from the psych department, we weathered them all, our friends from the TD. Now down the drill roll . . . alphabetically burdened Neil . . . Bill kept closing our tables once he made Brigade Assistant S-4 . . . Fred rationalized playing the stock market . . . Bolo met obstacles head on . . . Would-be chaplain Brooksie . . . Wop our aptitoad goat . . . JT playing it cool four years . . . our own Jay Dodd of West Point . . . Dr. Enzie Rider . . . baseball boy Auggie . . . mute Pete spoke so little . . . Ring Weekend . . . Marv shared names with the Tac . . . Reg, boxed into the five year program . . . Noel put the DEN under new computerized management . . . Ranger Jack, Airborne too, second CO . . . Groucho Mike Marx . . . Baltimore John, tenth rear rank saber bearer . . . future businessman Rick . . . Bert made the color guard despite a medical excuse from marching . . . Courtesy of D-2 74, transplanted Bob . . . Tom the tuba trumpeter . . . BP Bob with the tank named after him . . . even with a year's interim at a real college, Al returned to the womb . . . Pops perking coffee . . . Honor rep Ralph and chief teller of tales . . . Sweathog, Ranger, first CO, inmate of Captain's Corner . . . 150's center Dave . . . Rob the rugger . . . Harry whose parents gained so many sons . . . Mike, last of the Ranger captains, Reg . . . and there were once more. But we thirty stuck it out. And when they said, "Graduating class dismissed," into the air went our caps too.
