seem to justify any neglect to employ also the biggest battalions and the heaviest guns.
During all that time I continued to live with my old room-mate, James B. McPherson
, in a tower room and an adjoining bedroom, which La Rhett L. Livingston
I had been corporal, sergeant
, and lieutenant up to the time of my dismissal; hence the duties of private were a little difficult, and I found it hard to avoid demerits; but with some help from our kind-hearted inspecting officer, Milton Cogswell
,—bless his memory!— I contrived to get off with 196 demerits in a possible 200 that last year.
In a mild way, McPherson
was also a little under a cloud at that time.
He had been first captain of the battalion and squad marcher of the class at engineering drill.
In this latter capacity he also had committed the offense of not reporting some of the class for indulging in unauthorized sport.
The offense was not so grave as mine, and, besides, his military record was very much better.
So he was let off with a large demerit mark and a sort of honorable retirement to the office of quartermaster of the battalion.
I still think, as I did then, that McPherson
's punishment was the more appropriate.
was one of those charming, amiable fellows with whom nobody could well find any fault, though I believe he did get a good many demerits.
He also seemed to need the aid of tobacco in his studies.
William P. Craighill
, who succeeded McPherson
as first captain, had no fault whatever, that I ever heard of, except one—that was, standing too high for his age. He was a beardless youth, only five feet high and sixteen years old when he entered the academy; yet he was so inconsiderate as to keep ahead of me all the time in everything but tactics, and that was of no consequence to him, for he was not destined to command troops in the field, while, as it turned out, I was. It has always seemed to me a little strange that the one branch which