An ornate complex of glass and aluminum buildings stood all but deserted in the pine-covered heights of Colorado's Rocky Mountains, like a giant motel that was somehow mistakenly plopped down in a forest. Here and there a lonely figure in khakis scurried across the shimmering terrazzo courtyards and disappeared into a wall of glass. Then suddenly, into the woodland slumber burst the sound of a brass band and the clack-clack of boot-steps—and up the ramp into the spacious grounds marched 450 men, battlegarbed in steel helmets and full field packs. Their young faces were almost hidden by the helmets as they...
Education: Home of the Doolies
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