Guam

While at the Officers' Club one evening a week ago, the Club was formed when FredMoore '67 happened to see me (FrankCouper '68) with my face buried in a Michelob '69. A meeting was promptly convened and much old and new business concerning Dartmouth and Tri-Kaps was discussed.

A few days later Fred, a Lt. j.g. on the Fleet ballistic submarine "Woodrow Wilson," took me aboard his boat for a short six-hour tour. After meeting officers and men of the Wilson I feel that they are a good example of the liberalizing influence of ROTC on the. armed forces. Most of the officers, including Fred and the commanding officer (a journalism major!) were products of NROTC. To paraphrase Jack Valenti, each night I sleep a little bit better knowing they are in charge of the sixteen Polaris missiles that are half a mile away from me.

A few days later Fred joined me aboard the U. S. Coast Guard cutter "Mallow" for a three-day trip to the island of Tinian, 12-miles north of Guam. There we had the opportunity of riding around the island on a cycle and doing a little skin diving.

The meeting of the Dartmouth Alumni Club of Guam adjourned a week later when Red went on patrol and I departed for Kwajalein, Susale and Majuro. If there is anyone else on Guam who feels as far away from Dartmouth and as nostalgic as we are, just give me a ring. Two is only company and we're looking for a crowd.