BurrChapter 4 Military Orientation
Cromwell Military Academy was a sixty-mile drive from the Oldham home. I immediately took a dislike to the drive and to the school. Even after weeks of preparation, Monday was such a shock I cried myself to sleep that night, but only after I heard Charlie Evans crying, too. We were the only ones in the room. The sophomores were due to arrive on Wednesday afternoon; the juniors on Thursday and the seniors were to report in on Friday to pick up their books and uniforms. I didn't know what...