A beautifully told story with colorful characters out of epic tradition, a tight and complex plot, and solid pacing. -- Booklist, starred review of On the Razor's Edge

Great writing, vivid scenarios, and thoughtful commentary ... the stories will linger after the last page is turned. -- Publisher's Weekly, on Captive Dreams

Saturday, August 22, 2015

TOF and the military

During TOF's brief tenure in ROTC, he had occasion to attend the annual Caisson Ball. (It was an artillery unit.) His then girl friend, the charming Miss Sharon, gracefully condescended to be his date, resulting in the following picture, which no doubt sent shivers through the Viet Cong ranks at the thought that he might be commissioned a 2nd Lt. of artillery.
TOF's membership in the band entitled him to wear the fourragère. Cadet ranks were on the epaulets.

Alas, or fortunately depending on POV, TOF was classified 4-F, which meant that in case he was drafted he was to be a hostage. Ho ho. TOF jests. The enemy would not have taken him. In any case, he did not complete ROTC and the Army breathed a collective sigh of relief.

There is a story about the Caisson Ball. TOF will not tell the story


  1. Fourragère is the kind of string slung several loops around itself on the shoulder, right?

    My gramp only taught me épaulettes (epåletter in Swedish) before he died in 76.

    Miss Sharon is your wife, right? I was ashamed to come with too belated gratulations after missing that post a few days.

    So, they come now, with best wishes for St Bartholomew too!

    1. The Incomparable Marge is my wife. Miss Sharon was my high school girl friend.


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