1952 Passing the physical.

Now all I had to do was pass the physical. At the appointed date and hour, I presented myself to the navy doctors at the federal building in Kansas City MO. there were several hundred kids, from all over the Midwest there and the doctors were having a fit. But they were soon bringing a semblance of order out of chaos. To speed things up, they had us all strip to the buff, which gave some of the farm boys a hard time because of all nurses, but I guess to them, we were just so much meat to be processed. I found out that flat feet were a reason for rejection. My arches were pretty low, but I found out that the doctors were looking at the dirt patterns on the soles of our bare feet, so I spent all the rest of the time walking on the sides of my feet, the arches were nice and clean. They checked all my scar tissue for rigidity, and flexion for full motion. Boy was I glad I had spent so mush time lifting that horse off the ground on my back every day, I passed with no problems except it took a very long time to document all my scars and cuts. Those of us who passed were asked the next day to fill out all kinds of forms, one of which, we were to list the names of 3 colleges of our choice. I listed Dartmouth, Dartmouth and Dartmouth. Several weeks later, I received notification that I had been accepted to the class of 52 at Dartmouth