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I
was
surprised
to
find
it
in
the
curriculum
.
H.
&
M.
P.
has
nothing
to
do
with
combat
and
how
to
lead
a
platoon
;
its
connection
with
war
(
where
it
is
connected
)
is
in
why
to
fight
--
a
matter
already
settled
for
any
candidate
long
before
he
reaches
O.
C.
S
.
An
M.
I.
fights
because
he
is
M.
I.
I
decided
that
the
course
must
be
a
repeat
for
the
benefit
of
those
of
us
(
maybe
a
third
)
who
had
never
had
it
in
school
.
Over
20
per
cent
of
my
cadet
class
were
not
from
Terra
(
a
much
higher
percentage
of
colonials
sign
up
to
serve
than
do
people
born
on
Earth
--
sometimes
it
makes
you
wonder
)
and
of
the
three
quarters
or
so
from
Terra
,
some
were
from
associated
territories
and
other
places
where
H.
&
M.
P.
might
not
be
taught
.
So
I
figured
it
for
a
cinch
course
which
would
give
me
a
little
rest
from
tough
courses
,
the
ones
with
decimal
points
.
Wrong
again
.
Unlike
my
high
school
course
,
you
had
to
pass
it
.
Not
by
examination
,
however
.
The
course
included
examinations
and
prepared
papers
and
quizzes
and
such
--
but
no
marks
.
What
you
had
to
have
was
the
instructor
's
opinion
that
you
were
worthy
of
commission
.
If
he
gave
you
a
downcheck
,
a
board
sat
on
you
,
questioning
not
merely
whether
you
could
be
an
officer
but
whether
you
belonged
in
the
Army
at
any
rank
,
no
matter
how
fast
you
might
be
with
weapons
--
deciding
whether
to
give
you
extra
instruction
...
or
just
kick
you
out
and
let
you
be
a
civilian
.
History
and
Moral
Philosophy
works
like
a
delayed-action
bomb
.
You
wake
up
in
the
middle
of
the
night
and
think
:
Now
what
did
he
mean
by
that
?
That
had
been
true
even
with
my
high
school
course
;
I
simply
had
n't
known
what
Colonel
Dubois
was
talking
about
.
When
I
was
a
kid
I
thought
it
was
silly
for
the
course
to
be
in
the
science
department
.
It
was
nothing
like
physics
or
chemistry
;
why
was
n't
it
over
in
the
fuzzy
studies
where
it
belonged
?
The
only
reason
I
paid
attention
was
because
there
were
such
lovely
arguments
.
I
had
no
idea
that
"
Mr.
"
Dubois
was
trying
to
teach
me
why
to
fight
until
long
after
I
had
decided
to
fight
anyhow
.
Well
,
why
should
I
fight
?
Was
n't
it
preposterous
to
expose
my
tender
skin
to
the
violence
of
unfriendly
strangers
?
Especially
as
the
pay
at
any
rank
was
barely
spending
money
,
the
hours
terrible
,
and
the
working
conditions
worse
?
When
I
could
be
sitting
at
home
while
such
matters
were
handled
by
thick-skulled
characters
who
enjoyed
such
games
?
Particularly
when
the
strangers
against
whom
I
fought
never
had
done
anything
to
me
personally
until
I
showed
up
and
started
kicking
over
their
tea
wagon
--
what
sort
of
nonsense
is
this
?
Fight
because
I
'm
an
M.
I.
?
Brother
,
you
're
drooling
like
Dr.
Pavlov
's
dogs
.
Cut
it
out
and
start
thinking
.
