Fellow Alumni and Academy Administration,Although I may have graduated as recently as
1995, I have recently discovered that I have moved into the realm of being a "grumpy
old grad." Upon my visit to West Point this summer to get married, I learned that a
time honored West Point tradition has died.
Now I am not one of those who constantly complains that the "corps has." For
instance, I have learned that cadets no longer walk the area. Although this tradition was
nearly two centuries old, no one can argue that performing a community service duty, as
they do now, does much more for the public good than walking back and forth. Gone are the
days when upperclassmen greeted new cadets with a cannon shot of brass buttons.
"White tornadoes" no longer exist, and need not be explained for the
unindoctrinated. Cadets now have supercomputers in their rooms with digital access to
telephones and the internet. This is progress. The corps of cadets is better.
However, they no longer know how to go BIG DICK! Several classmates and I had the
opportunity to revisit days gone by and eat in the mess hall during the summer. A very
pleasant and polite member of the class of 2000 escorted us during the meal. At one point
we realized there was only one steak remaining for the sandwich, at which point we
simultaneously declared "BIG DICK" and began the tap our butter knives to the
right of our plate and commenced the ceremonial flipping of the knives.
To our amazement, the entire regiment of cadets turned and looked at us with
bewilderment as though we were intruders from Naval Academy. I asked our escort why they
were looking at us. He replied that they didnt know what we were doing. When I said
we were flipping for food, he remarked that he had heard about that once. I felt as though
he were mentioning it as a piece of history as when I recalled old grads recounting the
breakfast-table construction of "Sammy-birds" (made of salt shakers, syrups
bottles, and napkins) in the 1920s. I guess I am an "old grad" now. I
nearly had to turn up my hearing aid because I couldnt believe my ears. I wanted to
shake my cane at all of them for allowing the tradition to die.
As was the question with all my classmates at the table, I asked, "If you
dont flip, how do you know who gets the extra food?" We all eagerly wanted to
know, and I am certain he thought we must still "go big dick" for remaining
morsels at home with our wives and families. He shocked us all when he said, "We just
ask around and see who wants more, and then well share."
SHARE?! What is that? The greatest triumph in a plebe career is the day when you went
BIG DICK and removed the all the desserts from a neighboring table. SHARE? I suppose you
should just graciously allow the firsties on your table to re-apportion the remaining
barbecued ribs rather than fight for them? What happened? Is this the peacekeeping
Armys answer to uneaten West Point food?
I demand that cadets go BIG DICK!! What if William Tecumseh Sherman had not gone BIG
DICK? What if Douglas MacArthur had not gone BIG DICK? Rather than say, "I shall
return" did he say, "Please call me when I can return"? Did Norman
Schwarzkopf ask Saddam Hussein if we could kick his butt? No, he went BIG DICK!!
West Point is a great institution. It remains a great institution. West Pointers will
continue to provide for the common defense. However, part of West Points historical
greatness can be traced directly back to Washington Hall where plebes once grabbed a
butter knife and commenced battleand went BIG DICK!