Had the 306 new cadets now beginning their training at the U.S. Air Force Academy gone to West Point, they would have found themselves confronted by a bewildering type of catechism. In the Hell on the Hudson, the new plebes would have had to answer questions such as: "How is the cow?" (Answer: "Sir, she walks, she talks, she's full of chalk; the lacteal fluid extracted from the female of the bovine species is highly prolific to the nth degree.") And if they were asked: "What do plebes rank?", they would of course have replied: "Sir, the Superintendent's dog, the Commandant's...
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