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Vane Quentin Bates, Jr.
Vane Quentin Bates, Jr. was born on 30 October 1931 in Utah and entered West Point as a Qualified Alternate with a Congressional Appointment from Idaho. He was in Company C 1, played basketball for four years and was on the track team two years. He was a Corporal his Second Class Year and a Lieutenant his First Class Year. He graduated on 7 June 1955 and was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant in the US Army in the Corps of Engineers.
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How I got my appointment to West Point
My tale is not unique, but has a few twists, The thought of attending a service academy had never occurred to me even though two of my high school classmates had entered West Point after graduation. Jack Merrigan in the Class of 53, and Maurice Lieser in the class of 54. Another went to the Naval Academy in the class of 53. I was attending my second year at BYU in Provo, Utah - having a wonderful time chasing girls, when coming home for Spring break, with the entire family sitting around the table having dinner, my Dad informed me that the family could not afford to keep me in college another year. My grandfather, who was the State Auditor of Idaho, then asked what I thought I would do? I had no answer. He then asked, 'How would you like to got to a service academy like West Point or Annapolis?' My answer was a noncommittal, 'I guess that would be OK'.
A couple of weeks later, I got a letter from our congressman noting that he had recommended me as a 1st alternate to both academies. My mind is a blur after that. I do remember traveling to Colorado to take some tests, and a physical. Then at some point in June, receiving notification from both academies that I had been accepted as a 1st alternate, Talk about naive ... I, had no idea what either academy represented, and had not given a thought, after taking the tests, on the possibility that I would be selected. All I thought about was that there were already two of my high school classmates at West Pont so I would have a couple of friends there. As far as Annapolis was concerned, I had an great uncle (If there is such a thing), my grandfather's. brother, Joe Nielson, who was the first Idaho high school graduate, to attend the Naval Academy. There was a family connection.
What was I to do? Thank my lucky stars, I decided to take the appointment to West Point. My logic was that I had taken a year of ROTC in high school, so I already knew how to march. I reasoned, that would give me an advantage, at the Military Academy. How fate sometimes turns on slender threads. Forgive me for turning maudlin, but that was the most important decision in my life, one that has influenced everything thereafter, and one for which I give thanks each day.
Quent Bates
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HOW I MET MY WIFE
I love hearing stories of how classmates dated at West Point and then found their true loves, or how a high school sweetheart endured a four year wait for West Point graduation.
Being from far away Boise, Idaho I was not so fortunate . . . I had one date and two near miss while at West Point. Over Plebe Christmas, I escorted a young lady arranged by Ms Barth. After that 'encounter', I gave up that route. On a football trip to NYC as Plebes, Bob McClelland and I were gazing with wonder near Times Square. Crossing a street, we smiled at a couple of young ladies crossing the other way . . . The result was a drink at Jack Demsey's and an invitation to call if they ever came to West Point. I might add that it was cold out, and for the brief time that we were inside we kept our coats on. A few weeks later, during a Plebe basketball game, Bob grabbed me. 'Remember those two girls we met in New York?' My reply was, 'yes', his response was, 'They are here!' I think I said, 'great', He then gave me the line I will never forget, 'Not so great, they don't have their coats on.' You can use your imagination to interupt that response.
The third opportunity was when I was a cow. Butch Harbold took me to a party at his home on a weekend trip to Washington, DC. A young lady there was most attractive and she did not have her coat on. She was attending Smith College; her name escapes me, but let's call her 'Mary Smith'. We smiled at each other and spoke briefly. A week or so after returning to school, I decided to write her a note/invitation to spend a weekend at West Point, reminding her that we had met at the Harbold's party. The end of that story is that I did get a reply from 'Mary Smith' at Smith College. Her response was that she had never been in Washington, DC and had not met me at Harbold's party, but if I was game, she would love to spend a weekend at West Point. She enclosed a some what, out-of-focus photo of a young maiden, in short cutoff's, standing beside a tractor. She was from Nebraska. Having been disappointed twice, I passed the opportunity. (Butch later told me the girl I had seen was going to Vassar.)
While at West Point, I attended one dance as a Plebe with my Christmas date, I never attended a movie, but may have gone to a couple of the live productions. All of my dating was during summer leaves when I returned to Boise. None were willing to wait for graduation. . . and none were asked to.
We graduated, went rapidly from training to training and finally, our first duty station. Wonder of wonders, mine was Hawaii, with the 65th Engineer Battalion of the 25 Infantry Division. Bill Brown had the same assignment. Other classmates were with different elements at Scofield Barracks.
My duties left only Sunday for partial personal time. Every Sunday morning, I drove to Waikiki about 6 am, I had a board rental space on the beach near the Queen's Surf Hotel. What a board I had! A Wilson 'Surf-Master' with a sharks open mouth exposing a beautiful set of teeth painted on the up curved nose of the board.
. . . that's where this story really begins . . .
. . . Sunday morning - beautiful sun rise, wonderful waves. I was catching wave after wave and congratulating myself on being in paradise when I was bumped off my board by contact with another. When I surfaced, there was a young lady prone on her board offering apologies. 'Don't you know how to surf?' I said in what must have been an approximation of a first-classman chewing out a new plebe. 'I don't, this is my first time on a surf board.' I looked again, and in a very engaging, inviting, and pleasant voice said something like, 'Possibly I could help you.' I had taken a second look with unclouded eyes and cool appraisal . . . she was stunning, with blond hair, hazel eyes and a lovely smile. She didn't have a coat on!
During our subsequent conversation, I learned that she was from San Francisco, a Pan Am stewardess and on her first flight, with a two day lay-over in Honolulu before continuing on to the Far East. I realized that I had met one of her roommates earlier and had made a date with her so I told Anna that she might enjoy meeting one of my army associates, my roommate Dean Walsh. She did, and we both occasionally dated these young ladies when they stopped in Honolulu. However, I never lost the memory of that lovely smile. When Dean was discharged several months later and returned to the mainland, I started checking everyPan Am flight for a special stewardess, Anna Marie Beal. One day, I hit the jackpot!
I met Anna's plane, and invited her to dinner that evening. Later she told me she accepted the date so she could find out about Dean. Without elaboration, I found the girl of my dreams. With three dates over a span of two months I asked her to marry me.
Before that third date Anna took a sightseeing flight to Maui in a small plane. I was picking her up when she got back. She told me later that on her return flight to Honolulu 'she felt air sick' but couldn't understand why with all the flying she had been doing. Then, it hit her, she was going to be with me that evening - she was not 'air sick' - she was in love. That was the evening I asked her to marry me. We were married six months later at the Church of the Wayfarer in Carmel-by-the Sea, California, we will celebrate our 53rd anniversary on June 21st this year.
How many times in my life have I wondered how I could be so blessed as to be bumped by a novice surfer, on a Sunday morning, on Waikiki Beach. I still have no answer but know, this was the happiest defining moment in my life !!
Quent Bates
May 11, 2011
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