This is a very short story of two of my West Point classmates who didn’t make it in this world of ours.
Excerpt
You hear so much about the ‘hero’s” of West Point, names like John J. Pershing, Dwight D. Eisenhower, Douglas MacArthur, Robert E. Lee, Ulysses S. Grant and even General George Custer. But no one knows the stories of Marv Nilsen, “Waxey” Gordon, the graduates who never make it to the top as a General. For going to and graduating from West Point, one of the top schools in the United States, does not ensure one of a rich rewarding life.
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
