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Joseph Altomari, Class of 1945

Born in 1923 to Maria and Pasquala Altomari, Joseph grew up at 60-12 68th Avenue in Ridgewood, Brooklyn, Kings County, New York. He attended The Citadel for two years before entering service in the U.S. Army. During his freshman year, he was a member of Cadet Company “H”. The following academic year, he was a member of Cadet Company “K” and joined the English Club. On December 6, 1942 in Charleston, he enlisted in the army and was placed in the Enlisted Reserve Corps which allowed him to continue his study at The Citadel.

Cadet Private Joseph Altomari, Class of 1945
1943 Sphinx, Annual of the South Carolina Corps of Cadets

After being activated, he served for a time at Camp Breckenridge, Kentucky. He was with the Army Specialized Training Program (A.S.T.P.) until its dissolution in March 1944.

In Europe, he served in Company “C”, 50th Armored Infantry Battalion, 6th Armored Division. Sgt. Altomari died of (more…)


Thomas Edwin Campbell, Jr., Class of 1946

Born on May 12, 1924, in Florence, Alabama, to Mr. and Mrs. Thomas “Ed” Campbell, Thomas “Tom”, Junior, attended grade school in the Florence city schools. After completing two years  at St. Bernard College at Cullman, Alabama, he transferred to Columbia Military Academy at Columbia, Tennessee, where he graduated in 1942. He entered The Citadel at Charleston, South Carolina, to study engineering in the fall of 1942, but volunteered for the services in the Air Corps in December. His father, Ed Campbell, attended Staunton Military Academy in Virginia and was a fighter pilot during the First World War.

Tom Campbell was called to active duty in February, 1943, and upon completion of his training received his wings and his commission at Dothan, Alabama. Sent overseas in February, 1945, he served in the 8th Air Force, 446th Bomb Group, 705th Bomb Squadron, as a co‐pilot of a B‐24H bomber and completed about 40 missions.

March 24, 1945 – Operation Varsity and Drop Zone Wesel

The mission on 24 March 1945 was in support of Allied troops engaged in (more…)


Mysterieuze verbintenis maakt een Nederlandse Citadel-Cadet trots tijdens de Amerikaanse Veteransday en ver daarna

The Citadel Newsroom, November 11, 2016. Read the English version:
Uncanny connection brings pride for cadet from Holland on Veterans Day and beyond


De Nederlandse middelbare scholier en fervent basketbalspeler Tom Koopman kreeg een telefoontje van een Amerikaanse sportscout, behorende tot de Amerikaanse militaire academie “The Citadel”, gelegen in Charleston, South Carolina. De scout bood hem een volledige studiebeurs aan in de V.S. als Tom zou besluiten daar te komen basketballen.  Koopman had nog nooit gehoord van deze school maar desondanks accepteerde hij het aanbod en startte als eerstejaars aan The Citadel in augustus 2013. Met deze start begon ook het spelen voor het basketbalteam van de school, The Bulldogs. De 203 cm lange Tom zit nu in zijn afstudeerjaar, is een succesvolle cadet en leider van het team.

At The Citadel in Charleston, S.C., on October, 2016. Zach Bland/The CitadelCadet Tom Koopman en zijn vader tijdens de ringen-ceremonie in oktober 2016

“Dit was het begin van iets unieks. Ik begreep van de aannamecommissie dat The Citadel een militaire school was, maar totdat je het hier echt zelf ervaart, is het moeilijk te begrijpen hoe speciaal deze plek eigenlijk is” aldus koopman. “Het was best zwaar aan het begin, maar wanneer je jezelf als cadet ontwikkelt, begin je het grotere plaatje te zien en begrijp je de waarde van een plekje in het South Carolina Kadettenkorps.”

Koopman ontving zijn felbegeerde Citadelring in oktober tijdens het ouderweekend. Zijn vader Patrick vloog naar Charleston vanuit zijn woonplaats Baarlo om de bijzondere prestatie van zijn zoon mee te kunnen vieren. Maar voordat vader en zoon gezamenlijk door de symbolische grote gouden ring zouden lopen, hadden ze samen al iets bijzonders in handen dat hun familie al decennia eerder aan de school verbond.

“Toen ik dit ontdekte kreeg ik er kippenvel van” aldus Roger Long, voorzitter van The Citadel Memorial Europe Foundation (more…)


The class where 34 seats remained empty.

Originally written and published in the regional Dutch newspaper, Dagblad de Limburger, Memorial Day weekend, Saturday, May 23, 2015.


American Cemetery Eight pre-war students of the Citadel lie buried at Margraten.

The American Cemetery at Margraten holds countless stories of bravery and sacrifice. Relatively unknown is the fact that eight of the men who are buried there were students of the famous Citadel, a military academy.

By Stefan Gillissen

It’s June 1940. The German army overruns the European continent and declares war on Great-Britain. In movie theaters all over the United States the Fox Movie-tone News shows Hilter’s armies marching through Paris.

The future first-year students of The Citadel, a military academy, see the images but don’t take much notice of them. They just finished high-school and are enjoying their summer holiday. In September 565 boys have to report at Charleston. Until then they still can enjoy their freedom.

C Garlington Jr and A B Hunt JrCreswell Garlington, Jr., and Arthur Bradlee Hunt, Jr.
from the 1943 Sphinx, the Annual of the South Carolina Corps of Cadets.

On the 2nd of September 1940, forms are filled out and bills are paid in Charleston. The annual costs of studying at the Citadel lay between 530 and 670 dollars, a huge amount, but also a firm investment for a bright future. Great chances come to those who graduate from The Citadel. Nothing is known about the dark future of some of the students when General Charles Pelot Summerall, President of The Citadel, addresses them in his (more…)


Dodenherdenking

Dutch Remembrance Day… Since the end of WWII, every May 4th at 8 p.m. the entire country of the Netherlands observes two minutes of silence to remember those who gave their lives for their freedom. The entire country, everyone stands still.

At the Netherlands American Cemetery it is observed with a simple yet impressive ceremony in which local school children are invited to participate. The national anthems of the Netherlands and Unites States are played followed by Taps. The Assistant Superintendent of the cemetery gives a brief word to those present. The flags are then lowered and folded by the children. The slideshow contains photos taken during the ceremonies of 2013 and 2014. (more…)


More than a name in marble

Originally written and published in Dutch in the Limburg’s local newspaper on March 26, 2015.
Link naar artikel in het nederlands. Translation by W. Kiggen and M. Heemels.


AT THE NEIGHBORS [1]
The Henri-Chapelle American Cemetery was yesterday dominated by the Citadel Men. Guys who were plucked from the school to fight in World War II.

by Stefan Gillissen

US military training is best known for the big screen. Movies paint a gruesome picture of the first weeks in the service of Uncle Sam, with Full Metal Jacket and Jarhead as stand outs. Breaking the will, the decompensation of the mind, creates the perfect fighting machine. It is not necessarily an incorrect observation, but one without qualification. Training is needed to forge a unit that follows commands in wartime.

Citadel Cadet plays Amazing Grace at Henri-Chapelle American CemeteryA Citadel cadet plays for the fallen men. Photo Arnaud Nilwik

But not only in the army do candidates undergo Bootcamp or what is called Hell Week. Also at American military academies, cadets are subject to a heavy introduction. From there, at least 40 percent of the men and women will go into active military service in 2015, and they are a showcase for the country. Formed by brutal workout, driven by honor and love. (more…)


Meer dan een naam in marmer

Originally written and published in Dutch in the local Limburg’s newspaper on March 26, 2015.
Click here for an English translated version.


BIJ DE BUREN
De Amerikaanse begraafplaats Henri-Chapelle stond gisteren in het teken van de Citadel Men. Jongens die uit de schoolbanken zijn geplukt om tijdens de Tweede Wereldoorlog te vechten.


door Stefan Gillissen

Amerikaanse militaire training is vooral bekend van het grote scherm. Films schetsen een gruwelijk beeld van de eerste weken in dienst van Uncle Sam, met Full Metal Jacket en Jarhead als uitschieters. Het breken van de wil, het decompenseren van de geest, creëert de ideale vechtmachine. Het is niet per se een onjuiste observatie, maar wel één zonder enige nuance. De opleiding is nodig om een eenheid te smeden die in oorlogstijd bevelen opvolgt.

Citadel Cadet plays Amazing Grace at Henri-Chapelle American CemeteryEen doedelzakspeler speelt voor de gevallen mannen. foto Arnaud Nilwik

Maar niet alleen in het leger ondergaan kandidaten wat Boot Camp of Hell Week wordt genoemd. Ook op Amerikaanse militaire academiën worden cadetten onderworpen aan een zware introductie. Minstens 40 procent van de mannen en vrouwen gaat anno 2015 in actieve militaire dienst en wordt een uithangbord voor het vaderland. Gevormd door brute training, gedreven door eergevoel en liefde. (more…)


Aankondiging van het zeventigjarig jubileum van “De klas die nooit bestond”

Een herinnering vanwege Memorial Day en de zeventigste herdenking van D-Day: zeldzame filmbeelden uit de Citadelarchieven en het verhaal van de “Klas van 1944” die bekend werd als de “Klas die nooit bestond” vanwege haar voortijdige inzet tijdens de Tweede Wereldoorlog.


Charleston, S.C. (PRWEB) May 27, 2014 (View original here)

Fysieke trainingen, exercities en inspecties. Oude rekruteringsbeelden uit 1942 laten beelden zien uit het dagelijkse leven van de kadetten uit het “South Carolina Korps”. De filmbeelden van “The Citadel” werden vertoond op scholen en in theaters om de waarde van een militaire opleiding aan te tonen op het moment dat Amerika zich mengde in de Tweede Wereldoorlog. Maar de kadetten die ten tijde van de filmopnames tweedejaars student waren, konden hun opleiding niet afmaken. Hun opleiding werd op dramatische wijze onderbroken.

‘Zo wordt de klas terecht genoemd omdat er voor ons geen diploma-uitreiking was, geen ceremonie met de afstudeerring en wij nooit de privileges zouden ervaren van de ouderejaars studenten aan De Citadel. Uiteindelijk vind ik de naam “de klas die nooit bestond” dus heel toepasselijk,’ zegt Timothy Street, lid van de “Klas van 1944”.

Als eerbetoon aan de “Klas van 1944” en de leden van de klas die dienden in of sneuvelden tijdens de Tweede Wereldoorlog heeft De Citadel een film gemaakt met zeldzame beelden, (more…)


They are my men, and I will bring them back!

The first step I took when I began researching the Citadel War Dead interred or memorialized in Europe and North Africa, was to determine if there were any Citadel Men at the Netherlands American Cemetery which is located at Margraten about 40 miles from my home.

There are eight, and I was immediately struck by a single name – Frederick Davenport Melton, Class of 1945. It struck me because I recognized the last name of my Citadel classmate, N Company brother, and senior year roommate is also Melton – Paul Melton, ’89. I felt an immediate, tight bond, and this connection has drawn me to Margraten ever since.

As I continue to learn more about Fred the bond grows stronger. Our lives have become more intertwined. This past Spring, I had my first contact with his family back in Georgia, and, on Memorial Day, I met the Dutch woman who visits his grave. They are all wonderful, caring people.

When I think of Fred – and I think of him often…daily – I think of his bravery during the last few minutes of his life. He was a strong, brave, young man, barely twenty. His actions were valorous. Selfless. He remains a great inspiration. A tremendous role-model. A heroic leader. A Citadel Man of the highest order.

The following are the contents of two letters obtained from The Citadel Archives and Museum. The first is from Fred’s father, Mr. Quimby Melton, publisher of the Griffin Daily News, to General Summerall, President of The Citadel. The second is General Summerall’s reply. The photograph that is referenced had been personally requested by General Summerall from the parents of all The Citadel’s WWII dead. The photographs were hung to form a gallery of honor in the library which at that time was on the third floor of Bond Hall. Fred’s photograph is below, courtesy of The Citadel Archives and Museum. /RL


“Pop, I believe my chief duty is to look after the men under me–and I’m going to do just that.”


Frederick Davenport Melton, Class of 1945Griffin, Georgia
Aug. 25, 1948

Dear General Summerall:-

Attached to this letter is photograph of my son, Lt. Frederick Davenport Melton, one-time cadet at the Citadel, who was killed in action in Germany, just across the Holland border, on Oct.3, 1944.

Lt. Melton was with the 113th Cavalry Reconnaissance at the time. He was killed while attempting to rescue men of his platoon who had been wounded. He received a Presidential citation and the Silver Star. The award says that he “displayed  courage out of line of duty in rescuing four wounded men and bringing them back to safety. It was while bringing back a fifth wounded man that a (more…)


He Served: Henry Garlington, ’45

Published in August, 2012, this article originally appeared in “The Skinnie“, Skidaway Island’s local magazine (Savannah, Georgia). It is posted here in its entirety with the permission of “The Skinnie”.

Henry F. Garlington, WWII P-40 pilot

by Ron Lauretti

Henry Garlington’s story is amazing. it’s about a daredevil World War II fighter pilot, but it’s also the chronicle of a family tree full of fighting men, one who rode with General Custer (of Little Bighorn fame) and another who sailed with Commo. Perry (the commodore who opened Japan to the West).

In this story, Garlington is the aforementioned fighter pilot and a long-time Savannah resident. He moved to The Marshes of Skidaway Island several months ago. His memories include combat sorties and captivity, when he was imprisoned by the Germans after they shot him down over Italy.

But first, more on Garlington’s kin who preceded him in service to the United States… (more…)


I loved it because of you

By Clemson Turregano, ’83

MARGRATEN, Holland.

Citadel friends and Army friends,

I have to say that the Dutch got it right. Best.Memorial.Day.Ever.

Memorial Day wreaths

How do you honor the fallen on Memorial Day? First, find Roger Long (Cid 89), the most knowledgeable American about Citadel WWII fallen in Europe. Meet him at a cafe near the cemetery. Meet the wonderful Dutch people who have ‘adopted’ the graves of the Citadel war dead. They make sure these fallen heroes are remembered with flowers, visits, and memories.

Meet two young history teachers, both wearing Citadel buttons, who are familiar with the history of (more…)


Caswell Marbury Higgs, Class of 1944

Caswell M. Higgs was born in Atlanta, Georgia on October 15, 1921 to Mary Claire Marbury Higgs and James Allen Higgs, Jr. He  entered The Citadel in August of 1940 as a freshman with the Class of 1944 and was assigned to Cadet Company I. His sophomore year, he was a Cadet Corporal in Company K and became a member of the school’s Calliopean Literary Society and Sons of the American Revolution. [1] [2] At the end of the 1941-42 academic year, Caswell enlisted in the U.S. Army on May 29, 1942 at Charleston, South Carolina. He became an infantry officer and was sent overseas to Europe. [3]

Cadet Caswell Marbury Higgs, Class of 1944

CASWELL MARBURY HIGGS, Class of 1944.
October 15, 1921 – March 28, 1945 [4]

In Europe, Second Lieutenant Higgs was assigned to Company H, 2nd Battalion, 317th Infantry Regiment, 80th Infantry Division. He led a machinegun platoon of the battalion’s heavy weapons company. The 80th, nicknamed the “Blue Ridge Division”, sailed from America aboard the SS Queen Mary and arrived in Scotland on July 7, 1944. After several weeks of training in England, the division crossed the channel and landed at Utah Beach on August 2, 1944. Their baptism of fire came at the LeMans bridgehead on August 8th. [5]

80th crosses at Mainz Germany

80th Crosses the Rhine at Mainz, Germany [6]

Seven months later, on March 28, 1945, 2Lt. Higgs was killed in action after successfully leading his platoon across the (more…)


Citadel Men, Margraten Boys and a Debt of Honor

by Steven V. Smith, ’84 – Chair, CAA History Committee

This article originally appeared in the Alumni News of The Citadel – Summer/Fall 2013. It is reprinted here in its entirety with the permission of the Citadel Alumni Association. Several photos have been added to this web post which did not appear in the original print version. The original article may be downloaded here.

In early 1949 a package arrived at the Kenilworth building, Alden Park Manor, Philadelphia addressed to Mr. Samuel W. Rolph. The package contained the flag which covered the casket of his son, Staff Sgt. Robert C. Rolph, killed in action near Hottorf, Germany, Feb. 25, 1945, during the Rhineland campaign. The flag was a tangible reminder of his and his wife’s decision to have their son’s remains permanently interred in one of the newly established World War II cemeteries in Europe rather than returned for burial in the United States. Mrs. Rolph had recently sent a photograph of her son in uniform to The Citadel in response to General Summerall’s request to display it with other Citadel World War II dead on the memorial gallery wall in the library in Bond Hall.

Netherlands American Cemetery

The Netherlands American Cemetery is the only American Military Cemetery in Holland. It contains the final resting place of 8,301 servicemen and women with an additional 1,722 names listed on the Walls of the Missing. There are 40 instances where two brothers are buried side by side. Of the 16 WWI and WWII cemeteries in Europe, the cemetery at Margraten holds the largest number of Citadel alumni. In addition to Robert C. Rolph, ’46, seven other Citadel alumni are buried here and all have been adopted and remembered by grateful Dutch citizens.

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R. C. Rolph, ’46. 1943 Sphinx.

At the end of the summer 1942, Robert C. Rolph entered The Citadel with the Class of 1946. After a year at The Citadel, he, like many other cadets and college students, found himself drafted for the war effort. Rolph was initially assigned to Battery C, 2nd Antiaircraft Training Battalion at Fort Eustis, Virginia. Selected in October 1943 for assignment with the Army Specialized Training Program, he was assigned to Section 6 Company A 2517th Service Unit (AST), Catholic University of America in Washington, D.C. where he studied engineering. However, the urgent need for infantry replacements meant the sacrifice of the AST program and Rolph, like many thousands of others, ended up as a private in the infantry. He was assigned to L Company 3d Battalion, 406th Infantry Regiment, 102d Infantry Division. (more…)


A beautiful sad place…

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By Maurice Heemels

On Sunday May 26, 2013, the soldiers resting in the American cemetery in The Netherlands were remembered and honored by American and Dutch authorities, American family and descendants, Dutch who adopted their graves, and all others interested in the efforts made by young American men to liberate Europe from inhumanity and totalitarianism.

Wet, white marble, flowers and flags made the cemetery on a cold Sunday in May a ‘beautiful sad place’. Sad because of its mere existence, beautiful because of its structure, its many details, the care which has been spent to keep the memory of those who fell alive, and, last but not least, its peacefulness. A peacefulness that contrasts painfully with the cold facts of World War Two’s last months of harsh fighting – fighting on French, Belgian, Dutch, and, in particular, German soil. Evil could not be overcome easily…

In all the speeches held on Margraten‘s Memorial Day one fact was remembered several times – the fact that the young Americans who found their last resting place in the Dutch countryside gave their lives for the freedom of people they did not know, living in a part of the world they had never been and knew almost nothing about.

For people of my generation, and I believe for the majority of young people today, it is quite unimaginable to get killed while helping other people in a different part of the world. Why should anyone do such a thing? Why leave your loved ones, your hometown and your country on a risky, maybe deadly trip to a war region? (more…)


Memories of Memorial Day at Margraten

This past Memorial Day was the most impressive I have experienced. Not because of any grandiose ceremony with lots of flags, speeches, and bands, but because of the people with whom I shared it. I could write a book filled with the stories from these people and the moments we had leading up to attending the Memorial Day ceremony at the Netherlands American Memorial and Cemetery.

The ceremony took place on Sunday, May 26, 2013 in the mid-afternoon. It was a cool, grey day with clouds hanging so low you felt as if you could reach out and touch them. As we walked up onto the Field of Honor, it began to rain lightly, and while we made a round through the cemetery to pay our respects, my best friend said aloud what we were all silently thinking, “This is a sad, beautiful place.”

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Someday I will write that book. Today, I share a few photos. As I relive the day…the emotions start to percolate, and, again, I have butterflies in my gut and goosebumps. Soon, I will soon write more detailed posts about those impressionable moments last May. [See Citadel Men, Margraten Boys and a Debt of Honor which was written by Major Steve Smith, ’84, and posted October 2013.]

Eight Citadel Men, our “Margraten Boys”, rest in peace in South Limburg, and thanks to the local people who have adopted their graves and names they are remembered everyday.

/RL


One Year of The Citadel Memorial Europe

WE REMEMBER…

One year ago, I published I wear the ring and publicly announced the availability of this digital memorial to the Citadel Men interred and memorialized here in 16 military cemeteries across Europe and North Africa.

It has been a year of vibrant impressions and one of the most spiritually and emotionally enriching years of my life. As I have tried to get to know these men and to share their stories, I have had the pleasure of making many new friends, and reconnecting with old friends, here in Europe and in America. So many warm and incredible people have touched my life this year. For this, I am truly grateful.

I have compiled my Top Ten Memories. Here is our story as I experienced it the past 12 months…

– Into Thy Hands O Lord –

1 Visit to Cambridge with BillA few days after “going public”, I received an email from an alumnus. A few weeks later, I flew over the North Sea to visit Cambridge American Cemetery in England with him, two of his sons, and the historian of “The Bloody 100th”. It was an inspirational and moving experience that I shall never forget. Together, we paid our respects to the three Citadel Men resting in peace and the one memorialized on the Wall of the Missing. Together, we recited The Cadet Prayer.

On that day, I began a new phase in this journey. See my post The Major of St. Lo.

– Memorial Day –

During Memorial Day weekend, I visited the Citadel Men resting in peace at the Netherlands and Henri-Chapelle American Cemeteries. The two cemeteries are located just 20 kilometers from each other, one on either side of the Dutch-Belgian border to the east of Maastricht and Liege in the direction of Aachen, Germany.

An alumnus wrote to me several times during April and May, “Don’t forget those who are still Missing-In-Action!”. In remembrance of the eight men who rest in no known grave here in Europe and North Africa, I laid flowers at the grave of an unknown a few meters from Albert S. Hagood, Class of 1931. They are not forgotten.

Two posts – Part I and Part II – describe the events of that spectacular Memorial Day weekend.

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– Faces and Stories –

Since last April, I have received details about our men from many places – alumni, family, their “adopters”, historians, and archivists. Four men have received the attention of several posts. Their names, faces, and stories have become familiar. (more…)


Memorial Day Weekend 2012 in Belgium and The Netherlands – Part II

Back to Part I – Henri-Chapelle
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“Oos Heim” Margraten

Having made the trip from Henri-Chapelle, Belgium to Margraten, The Netherlands in a very relaxed 25 minutes – the weather and scenery were so utterly beautiful. It was one of those days where you could just not help but smile and thank God you are alive – I stopped the car at “Oos Heim” (local dialect meaning “Our Home”), Margraten’s community center and walked inside. Margraten, itself, dates from the 13th century and is a small village sitting on top an ancient plateau surrounded by lush farmland, apple orchards, and wooded areas. It has a population of a few thousand, and the American cemetery is the final resting place for 8,301 G.I.s. Sixty-eight years ago on 13 September 1944 when it was liberated from the Nazis, the population was only several hundred, and in 1946, at its largest, the cemetery contained almost 20,000 graves.

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Citadel Men and Margraten Boys

Among the 8,301 American G.I.s interred in the Netherlands American Cemetery at Margraten there are eight Citadel Men. All eight died fighting Nazi Germany. Some died in the Province of Limburg just north of where they are now buried. Some died not far over the border in Germany, and another died deep inside Germany just weeks before the end of the war. They made the ultimate sacrifice for their country, and now they rest in peace in the country they helped to liberate.

Dress Parade of the South Carolina Corps of Cadets on The Citadel campus, Charleston, S.C.

I had always been interested in WWII, and when I arrived as an 18 year old on The Citadel campus in August 1985 there were many reminders of the war such as a Sherman tank and the H.M.S. Seraph monument. What interested me most though were the bronze plaques located at the front entrance to Summerall Chapel, pictured above, which listed the names of Citadel Men who died in the service of their country in time of war. My “knob” year I always felt drawn to these plaques whenever I briskly walked in the gutter past the chapel, but I never stopped to inspect them for fear of an upperclassman mistaking my interest in history for loitering. For freshmen, building entrances are places to cover and uncover and keep moving, not places to stop and reflect. Fortunately, in my third-class (sophomore) year I was finally able to sufficiently examine the plaques. I now must admit, as I described in my first post, that the names did not stick with me nor did I learn during my studies their faces or stories. (more…)


1LT Edwin “Benny” Newman ’39

“Everyone gets a nickname.” That was the first, and seemingly, most important Citadel sailing team order of business, according to George Puckhaber ’86 and Greg Walters ’87 when we arrived at the yacht club for our introductory team meeting my knob year. The upperclassmen already had their nicknames. The ones I can still remember are “Cookie”, “Smoker”, and “J.T.”. My last name is Long, and being the tallest in the room Greg immediately dubbed me “Shorty”. From that moment on that was my name as far as my teammates were concerned. I can still hear and picture Tom “Laundry Man” Londrigan ’89 and Rhett Turner ’89 calling me “Shorty” all the way up to our graduation.

I was “Shorty” only to my teammates though. Otherwise I was “Knob Long” that first year. I did not bring any other nickname with me or acquire one while at The Citadel, but back in the “Old Corps” everyone had a nickname. According to John Burrows, Class of 1940, “All the people had nicknames in those days. We probably had a dozen ‘Bubbas’ in my class.”[1]

newman-1939-sphinx-croppedCadet 1st Lieutenant Edwin Karl Newman, Class of 1939
Source: 1939 Sphinx, The Annual of the South Carolina Corps of Cadets

Edwin Karl Newman was a “jolly, good-natured fellow [who] acquired the name of ‘Benny’ from the Corps”. “Benny” was a Business Administration major from Winston Salem, North Carolina. He was a D Company Sophomore Corporal, Junior Platoon Sergeant, and Senior First Lieutenant. Besides having fair grades and holding rank, his “ability for telling tales (we sometimes wonder about their veracity) and singing that ‘good ole mountain music’ [was] surpassed by none.”[2] (more…)


And so a journey begins…

I graduated from The Citadel May 13th, 1989, and, that same day, received a commission as an Ensign in the United States Navy. After enduring 4 years of military college, I left Charleston, South Carolina with a diploma in one hand and The Citadel Ring on the other. Those 4 years shaped my life. It was not always pretty or fun, but no matter what, I will always have a special bond with The Citadel and those who have attended it. (more…)