Word: herringer
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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WITHOUT his Air Force ROTC scholarship. David Herring would probably not be majoring in aeronautical engineering at MIT. In fact, he might not be going to college at all. When Herring applied to schools four years ago--he is now a junior--he discovered that his family belonged to that nebulous economic group, the 'middle-income bracket.' He was ineligible for financial aid or loans, yet his parents could not afford $10,000 dollars a year for their son's education. ROTC seemed to be the ideal solution--in addition to paying for his tuition, it would...
...Herring admits that "Initially, I joined just for the money." But he insists that he has come to appreciate the program for its weekly routine as much as for its financial benefits. "At first I was really worried about what it would imply for me to commit myself to the military," he says. "It was nothing I could put a label on, but just a sense of 'oh my God, they're going to make me do things I don't want to do.' Now I see that this experience will offer me a lot of opportunities, both in terms...
...like everyone in ROTC is a warmonger." After a moment's pause he adds, "Anyway, if you did worry about it you'd be worrying all the time wouldn't you?" In any case, as a flight-test engineer--the job he hopes to land after graduation--Herring admits that his chances of actually seeing combat would be slim. "But if I was assigned to work with weapons I'd do it," he says. "After all, it's just a job--I'd do what...
Scientists know almost nothing about raising young belugas-when, for example, to wean the calf and begin giving it a regular diet of mackerel and herring...
...resents" it. Mighty civilized behavior. To be sure, these people do not mean a tepid word they say. Deep in their smoking hearts what they yearn to shout is that the former boss and the gossip columnist are the putrescence of the earth, that they have the grace of herring, the brains of rock stars, that their faces would sink a fleet. They do not say so, of course. Instead, their minds flee their true feelings like panicked belles, skittering over perfectly decent invectives, settling finally on the gray ruins of politeness...