His hair was always neatly combed, or alternatively, as bristly as a fresh toothbrush. He kept his elbows off the table at meals, his speech was a crisp cadence of "yes, sir" or "no, ma'am," and on occasion he even helped old ladies across the street. He was, in short, the ideal son for many a parent: a cadet turned out by one of the nation's once flourishing military schools. Today, though, many of the academies are battling for survival. They have been ambushed, they say, by the recession, the permissiveness of modern parents, and public irascibility over the Viet Nam...
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