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’TIL WE MEET AGAIN<br />
through a waltz to the sounds <strong>of</strong> barely suppressed laughter.<br />
All I could do was smile, shrug, and hope the moment<br />
would pass quickly.<br />
When it came to flying, life at Saint Mary’s was more<br />
competitive than it was at Gonzaga. Perhaps this was<br />
because the program was getting tougher, or perhaps it was<br />
simply due to the new mix <strong>of</strong> personnel, with personalities<br />
that <strong>of</strong>ten clashed. Either way, the <strong>of</strong>ficers had started<br />
reminding us how hard it was going to be to pass the<br />
course—as if we needed reminding.<br />
As I heard more about the demanding study requirements,<br />
I was growing increasingly concerned. And for the<br />
first time, I also found myself unable to get along with a<br />
fellow cadet.<br />
His name was Wetzler. Like me, he was from Ohio—<br />
only his part <strong>of</strong> town was far nicer than my neighborhood.<br />
Since our names were Wetzler and Whipps, we <strong>of</strong>ten found<br />
ourselves paired up for physical training. We had to pull<br />
each other out <strong>of</strong> the water for lifeguard drills, which was<br />
easy enough for Wetzler but a challenge for me, given<br />
that my partner had played high school football and was<br />
pushing 175 pounds. It was even harder when he wouldn’t<br />
cooperate. He’d just hang in the water while I tried to haul<br />
him out, a wise-guy smirk painted all over his face.<br />
Wetzler may have had it easier in the pool, but the<br />
advantage was mine when it came to putting on our tennis<br />
shoes, shorts, and T-shirts and heading out to run.<br />
As we lined up one morning, we were given these<br />
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