Culver Military Academy

This evening I was tired, and fell asleep early, about 7 PM. I really hate it when I do that, invariably I wake a few hours later, then have insomnia till early the next morning. Anyway, during this nap I dreamt about being back at CMA. I was crying, crying loudly for what seemed, in the dream, like hours. Then I awoke.


Usually, such thoughts of you are only caused by looking through Rollcall, your yearbook.

It’s now been about thirty years since I was with you:

Will your punishment ever end?
Ken Klaser