. how did you get invited?” You hope that doesn’t seem like too cruel a question, but it doesn't quite make sense that she's getting this opportun...ty at this point.“I guess some producer saw my commercial and really wants me to come.” She shrugs. “I’ll need a dress.”Still feeling a bit suspicious, the next day at work you ask your friend Mac about it. “Ever hear of the Marion something Gala?”He laughs. Hard. “Who’s fooling ya, dude?” You don’t know what he means by this and your confused face. I was still favoring the right side of my mouth and couldn't overcome the lisp that I had developed. They wanted to hear me say words like 'tenth' and 'truth.' Coach Krown interrupted the fun with a stern warning. "Anyone not on the field in three minutes runs fifty laps." Two minutes later we were out of the locker room, some of us carrying our shoes and socks.Coach Sterling took me aside after warm-up exercises. "There's going to be no disciplinary action for your ejection from the Pinehurst. Some of us were commuters. Some lived in the dorms. Most lived in off-campus housing. There was one off- campus rooming house that had a huge shared living room with what was, for that day, a big- screen TV. That was where we met.Everyone was expected to chip in $5.00 toward pizza and pop. If you wanted beer or stronger, you had to bring it yourself, and you had to be walking or taking the campus shuttle service when you left. Somebody rented or brought a movie or two and we ate pizza, drank. She lobbied the General to request support from TRADOC, and they got three SSG instructors, and three SGT and SP4 students to man the systems. SSG Wolfelt and SP4 Simmons were in the other system on the south side of the division. SSG Brigham and SGT Fields were killed last week by a MIG strafing their site."Hello Staff Sergeant, I have some bad news." I tensed up a bit, "Apparently the Soviets decided to cut down some of our technical military advantage by getting rid of the brains behind it..