Dinnertime, and the cavernous mess hall is overflowing with gray-clad cadets and a sprinkling of visitors. Two women cadets sit at a table with the reporter and other guests. "They're so pretty," one woman whispers. "Why would they ever come to West Point?"
A middle-aged man approaches the table, three stars glittering on his tan Army jacket. One of the women, a captain in the cadet Brigade, turns to greet him. After a brief exchange, the lieutenant general bends forward and kisses her affectionately on the cheek. Conversation at the table halts. After a moment, a male cadet sneers: "I bet...
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