Friday, July 8, 2016
Fishducky recently blogged about her Husband, Bud, being an officer in the army after going through ROTC (Reserve Officer Training Corp) in college.
My first year in college I learned that ROTC was required for two years. Even if you had no intention of serving in the army, freshman and sophomores were required to take ROTC.
I had no idea. I did not like the idea.
I had enough trouble with calculus for dummies, a required course in religion and a foreign language; all subjects liberal arts students had to take and that I never expected to use. I really did not want to learn to march, salute and shoot. Remember “Animal House?”
It turned out that before entering college my doctor gave me a physical exam which showed I had a heart murmur. The college physician gave me a test and could not find a heart murmur, and none has ever been detected since. Still he gave me a choice of skipping ROTC and taking gym instead.
I opted for gym.
Our gym class enrollees were all ROTC rejects. We took archery, which I sucked at, constantly ripping my arm with the bow string, golf, basketball and football. I was a decent athlete in high school; I should have excelled in this group of diabetics, fat people and cripples.
I was ok, but the best athlete in the group was a kid with one and a half arms, the result of a thalidomide pregnancy. How this kid could shoot an arrow, swing a golf club, and catch a football with one arm and a flipper was amazing. His basketball skills were incredible. He could fire up a swish from anywhere on the court and dribbled circles around the defense.
I never learned to shoot an arrow, I am still only an average golfer, in football I could block but not catch and throw. As a basketball player I perfected the air-ball.
I didn’t learn to march, salute, or shoot a gun, but I sure did learn to respect the incredible things a handicapped person can do when he sets his mind to it.
Probably one of the best lessons I learned in college.