Company I-2
First Row: P. Fiorey, J. Bishop, P. Anderson, L. Kelly, P. Edwards, M. Blom.
Second Row: J. Byrd, M. Lee. J. McAlister P. Hanly, C. Hunley, B. Ludera, H. Styron, J. Clark, T. Huey, J. Sidoni, J. Brandt, F. Place, J. Parker.
Third Row: L. Murphy, T. Helms, S. Dickerson, D. Willhite, G. Koenig, K. Wardlow.
Not Pictured: D. Stroud, H. Bush.
As the men of I-2 boogie into oblivion, we take with us many memories. The best of them are our classmates, and we will never forget . . . Beep-Beep as a striper, "Doc" Bishop and his saber; Bimbo and the Silver Cup; a pair of J.B.'s (Identical Strangers); Highland Falls Howie; Clarkbar and his bike; Stosh the old man and Huey the child; Ranger Phil; Fiorey, with a mindlock on the computer, and basketball on the brain; Hanly and his short weekends to Texas; Heavy and the gourmet club; Helmut and the Cuff Club; Frito, fresh off the banana boat; Gary, whose high standards were all his own; Mitch, one of the Lee twins; Lud, who finally got his Vette, Murph and his Motown motorcycle; Bwana Joe and his trip to Africa; Freddie and his dramatic monologues, Mother Confessor Mac. the messhall's mistress, Sid, the man with food for thought; the dynamic duo, Kevin and Dan; Okie and Coors; and finally Dub, brass spittoon in hand. We've gone through three Tacs and the great flood of Trunk Room 23, but leave with smiles and no regrets: of leaving.
