A Life in 100 Words

Officer Candidate School seemed like a good idea to Dad until he began basic training. The youngest of six brothers and recipient of their watchfulness, this string bean went off to prove something, which is usually the case. But after a few weeks in Florida he called his brother, “Irv, I don’t like it, can you come down and get me out of here?” Irving slapped his felt fedora onto his head and sped south in the Olds 88. He was shown into the Commanding Officer’s quarters where he explained the problem his little brother was having with the Army.