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ln many of the units or organizations in which Col (Ret’d) André D. Gauthier OMM, CD served, he often donated a copy of one of his sculptures on departure. He was posted to Collège militaire royal de Saint-Jean as Vice-Commandant and Director of Cadets 1973-1975. He decided to create  “CADET” (1974), an 18 inch statuette of an Officer Cadet to present to the CMC Officers’ Mess upon his eventual posting. He asked the (then) Cadet Wing Commander, 10055 OCdt Pierre Trahan (CMR 1974) to serve as the model for that new Work. He posed Trahan ‘at attention’ and in the moment of drawing his sword to bring it to a full salute as on a ceremonial parade ground. In due course, he presented a copy of that statuette to CMR. Several copies of this Work were subsequently sold in both epoxy and bronze versions. Gauthier donated a copy to the CFB Petawawa Military Museum.

Col (Ret’d) André Gauthier asked “Can anyone trace the present location and status of CADET (1974)?

• Eric Ruel, Curator, Fort Saint-Jean Museum advised that the last time he saw “CADET” (1974), it was on display in the Commandant’s office(s) at RMC Saint-Jean.

Col (Ret’d) André Gauthier recreated “CADET ” in 2013 as a 4 foot high enlargement cast in bronze and set on a 3 foot high pedestal. This large bronze was donated to the Royal Military College of Canada by the RMC Class of ’74 and stands in the Rotunda at the entrance to the Cadet Mess. In total there are 67 pieces in the Gauthier collection at RMCC, the majority of which are displayed on the second deck of Yeo Hall outside of the New Gym (yes, the New Gym is still the New Gym more than 40 years later). Other locations that the College has requested for parts of the Collection include the Girouard Building and Currie Hall. http://classof1974.rmcclub.ca/ClassPR2009/

Col (Ret’d) André Gauthier asked “Can anyone trace the present location and status of former Cadet and later Captain Pierre Trahan who, I am told left the Canadian Forces for a civilian career many years ago? It would be interesting to inform him of the most recent version of my sculpture for which he served as the model in 1974 — the 4 ft high bronze now on display in the rotunda of RMCC.”

• 10055 Major (ret’d) Pierre Trahan (CMR 1974) graduated in Business Administration from CMR and rose to the rank of Major in Logistics Branch. Pierre’s service included a return to CMR as one of the military professors in the Academic Wing and, he later chose to leave the Forces for a civilian career many years ago. He is the Managing Director of ParBleu Technologies, Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu Quebec, Canada. ParBleu Technologies promotes the use of remote sensing techniques for marine environment, hydro-geological survey, forest inventory, agriculture monitoring, space reconnaissance, and carries on research and development.

He has acquired significant experience in project management over the past twenty years. In addition to his realizations in the industrial and R&D world, he taught Project management and Finance at the former “Collège Militaire Royal de Saint-Jean”.

In researching this article, Eric Ruel provided details of another statuette of a cadet at Royal Military College Saint-Jean; this one is not from Gauthier.

• Bronze by artist: Bill (William) Hadd McElcheran (Canadian 1927-1999) Foundry: Artcast “Presented to ‘le college militaire royal de saint jean’ by the commandant, staff & cadets of R.M.C., Canada on the occasion of the sister College’s visit, 12-17 May 1976”

 Researched by E3161 Victoria Edwards (RMC 2003)

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LGen Sir Patrick Howard Dobson GCB (1921-2009), then military secretary (United Kingdom), presented an oil painting, on behalf the British army, to the Royal Military College of Canada on the occasion of the Royal Military College’s Centennial. William Irving, the artist, depicted representative figures from all of the Corps and regiments of the British army in which ex-cadets of RMC of Canada served.

The officers are depicted in their pre-First World War dress uniforms. Although the practice of commissioning RMC graduates into the British army had ceased with the Second World War, there were still enough of these ex-cadets around in 1976 to generate the interest and the funding for such a gift.

A photo of the painting was given to the National Army Museum (London) for their archives. The painting (along with a numbered chart identifying the regiments depicted) currently hangs in the “Heritage Room”, a conference room in the basement of the Mackenzie Building.

Thanks to 8057 Ross McKenzie (RMC 1970), RMC Museum curator and E3161 Victoria Edwards (RMC 2003) for the submission.

Seasons in the Sun

By: 5716 Glen Peever

I was in the stairway when the announcement was made, and the echo from an empty space is not conducive to my full understanding of announcements on a French language day.

“Keith,Claude, excuse me, but did I hear that announcement correctly? We are to report to the Drill Hall to do what? Something about boxes?”

“Not boxes, Peev. Boxing. They are talking about boxing. We all have to report to the drill hall at 1530 to start our training for boxing.”

“Boxing. You mean in a ring, with gloves, punching? That sort of thing?”

“Yep. Tak was just here, and he filled us in. We get to learn how to box, and then we all get to box at least one fight. Every Recruit gets to fight one fight. If you win you get to fight again.”

“I’m not sure that’s winning. I don’t really want to fight the first one. Fighting a second one would not be winning much. 1530,eh? Well, okay. I don’t know much about boxing. I hope they have some really great teachers. Boxing. I never thought I would actually be boxing.”

Takahashi was a Repeater. He had failed one academic course, but he was a good Cadet, and a credit to the College, so he was allowed to repeat his whole Recruit year. Every class should have a Repeater in it. He had lived through all of these events before, and could now look back on them, and not have to actually participate in them. But he was also a well of very useful information that we pumped without mercy.

And so we ran over to the drill hall where Noble and a few other very keen boxers were to teach us the rudiments of the “manly art of self- defence”. They put us through our routines of stance, defence, jabs, punches, how to present the smallest target and let us shadow box while they came around to give pointers and correct errors. It would take years and years of training to produce a boxer, and an intense dedication and drive to produce a good one. It is not surprising that we did not produce many; but it is still surprising that we produced as many as we did.

They were not exactly impressed when they saw my stance, and my jabs.

“Mr. Peever, you right handed aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You should be leading and jabbing with your left hand, and readying your right hand for your power punches.”

I had a problem here. I am right handed, but I pay golf and baseball left handed. I play hockey left handed, and I kick a soccer ball with my left foot if I actually want it to remain in the field of play. For all other purposes my lefty hand is virtually useless.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but this feels like the most comfortable way to do it.”

“But you will have less power in your left hand if you do get to use it. And, if you actually try to jab with your right, AND power punch with your right you will leave yourself wide open and defenceless. You will be in big trouble. Try to jab with your left. Keep practising it and you will be better off, believe me.”

I believed him, and I also believed that I was not cut out to be a boxer. I understood what they were trying to teach me, but every move seemed to be contrary to what I felt comfortable with. It just didn’t seem to be happening for me. It certainly was unlikely that I had enough years to practice sufficiently before my fight was actually scheduled.

We were all weighed, sized, categorized, and assigned an opponent, and a date. The fights were scheduled for three rounds, none lasted more, but some lasted much less. If I could last three rounds I felt I would have indeed achieved something. Showing up should be cause for reward in my opinion. But, valour is not the absence of fear, it is facing the fear and doing it anyways. Maybe I should have practiced more, much more. I just know I am going to get in there, lead with my right, leave myself wide open, and I am going to get killed. I just know it. I really should have practiced more. Maybe 10 more years or so.

Jean was not that much bigger than me. We were the same weight, or close enough, I guess, but he was taller, slimmer, and had a much longer reach. I liked him, although we were in different Squadrons so we only met each other occasionally.

It was not what one would consider a classic bout for the ages. For the first round I almost held my own. I was leading and jabbing with my left, and only once in a while switching to my right to do so. Fortunately that move seemed to confuse him and catch him off guard. But, he did catch on quickly enough. In the second round I was losing my concentration, switching leading hands, trying to do it all with my right, and I was indeed wide open. At that point his longer reach became a real advantage. I would swing, the lights went out, and I was for some very strange reason facing the floor. Only momentarily though. I sprang to my feet, at least I wanted to spring although much of my spring had indeed been sprung right out of me. But I did it again, and again. And again I was facing the floor. End of round two.

“Okay Peever. You’re doing fine. You’re hanging in there. But he’s probably ahead on points. Try for the knockout. Lead with your left. Remember to lead with your left, and really power with your right.” Noble’s advice was probably very sound, and I probably nodded my head that I would do just as he asked. I was still nodding my head as I approached Jean and I did hit him. I think I hit him several times. But, I was wide open when I did so. I saw it coming, but…..

That damned floor was there again. But this time they were actually helping me to get up. Jean won by TKO. It was a REAL knockout as far as I was concerned; there was nothing technical about it. I shook his hand in earnest. He did a good job. I may have made it easier for him than I should have by being so mixed up, but he beat me fair and square. He accepted my confused boxing style, learned to master it, and beat me. Boy, did he beat me. I was proud of him.

I was proud of me too. I was tired; I was sore; I hurt, but I was proud too. I fought my one fight. And almost three full rounds. I’m going to bed. I need rest. Maybe I can recover, maybe not. Right now I need bed. Fortunately everyone in my world knew exactly how I felt, so they all left me alone to recover.

The fights went on through all of the elimination bouts without any more participation from me. If that was a disappointment, it was one I recovered from very quickly. Eventually we had weeded out all of the non-winners and were down to the championship rounds in each weight class. This was to be a gala evening held in the gym with the whole Cadet Wing, senior staff, Profs, wives, girlfriends, and anyone else that could be squeezed in to watch. Everyone was dressed for the occasion, and everyone was expecting a very entertaining evening. We probably got more than we bargained for. At least I got to just watch, but I swear that each blow that landed recalled one that had landed on me, and brought back very recent and palpable memories.

Looking backwards in time I cannot recollect any particulars of the other fights, or any of the other participants. My whole mind, my whole memory of the evening centres on the Sole-Astroff fight. And it was a fight. Boxing may be a science, it may be an art. But when two equally matched opponents stand toe to toe for three rounds and pound on each other, neither giving an inch, neither even seeming to notice the punches given or received, then the match becomes a breath-catching, heart in the mouth event for the spectators, and so it was for us. There were moments when we were speechless with awe, and times when we roared with approval and delight, but we were all as carried away as the contestants themselves, and as lost in the struggle before us.

We were witnessing two gladiators, both in their primes, both equal to the task, both determined to give their very best, and each wanted to be a champion. And they were. It mattered not who won. No one could be a loser in this bout. Two young men were champions. They showed us what courage and determination are, and they demonstrated how one can indeed approach even a new and untried opportunity with excellence. It was a night for the ages.

That night they earned a degree of acclaim and notoriety that was well deserved. These two impressed me; and not just because they fought toe to toe. I saw a situation in which two young men, kids no longer, seized upon something new in our world, learned about it, practiced it, and achieved a degree of success and glory through their actions. And I saw two young men who had grown to young manhood from the kids we all were but such a short time ago. We were growing up.

When I was trying to decipher the announcement made in French that we were to assemble to learn something about boxing I was not entirely thrilled with the idea; when I had lived through my bout, and the fight put up by Astroff and Sole, I knew we had all done something significant, and that we had all taken just one little step into the future.

Ed: 5716 Glen Peever has been actively involved for months,  in writing what he has tentatively titled Seasons in the Sun, which is a book on his recollections of CMR-RMC from 1958 to 1963. It is his hope to finish this book by their 50th graduation anniversary.

This is the first anecdote on his boxing experience in 58/59 when he was a recruit.

Recruit Camp In 1965 (click to enlarge)

Fast Forward to FYOP 2012…

As the Class of 2016 settled into the routine of FYOP, the First Year Orientation Program, 25366 Mike Shewfelt got out to record the sights around the College.

Major “Alfie” Bake worked in the library with Mr. (“splendid”) Watt. He was also the Chairman of the hockey team and had been so long before I got there in 1972. He was an extremely positive individual. He wasn’t very tall. He had a deep hearty laugh which we heard often. Both Major and Mrs. Bake attended many of our formals in those years. My very first impression – and a very clear one - was noting a significant line of medals on his scarlet tunic. He had been well decorated during the Second World War which included the liberation of Holland. Always well liked by the players, he acted as the liaison of sorts between academia and the varsity hockey team. He was as valuable – at least to me – as any of my coaches or senior officers ever were. For all intents and purposes, Major Bake was one of two mentors I had at the college. The other was LCdr Padre Howie.

My family was not of military stock for the most part. At least not operationally with the exception of my nephew who has now served two terms in Afghanistan with the U.S. Army. Just because someone had bars on their shoulders or rings on their sleeves didn’t necessarily mean that respect should automatically follow. And I had trouble with this concept in my earlier RMC years. With hockey having the longest season of any RMC sport (August to February), “duty away” was a common sign on the door to my room. First year was just a rehash of grade 13 for me so there wasn’t much effort on my part dealing with this part of the curriculum. To be blunt I was at RMC because I got the RMC Club of Canada scholarship. I was at RMC because I wanted to play hockey! Everything else was second place and I think Major Bake picked up on that pretty quickly.

I remember after many hockey practises, especially in the earlier years, having many good chats with him. He also joined us on many road trips too. It may have been that there weren’t many first years on the team – I think 10918 Gordie Brown may have been the only other – but Major Bake showed an interest in my development. First years had no leave privileges up until Christmas that I can recall. (Yeah, it wuz “tough” back then!) But “Alfie” would overlook these rules more than a few times, and take me back to his house for dinners. And Mrs. Bake was a wonderful cook. This was great fun and a welcome break, but when your CSL, 9735 Keith “Radar” Wilson is the goalie on the hockey team, and you’re in the Stone Frigate, marching across the parade square at nine or ten o’clock after practise was possibly something that Keith understood but never said anything about.

A note about Mrs. Bake’s cooking….she made chicken wings better than most /any I’ve tasted. And I’ve had more than a “few” post-game beer and chicken wing dinners. The recipe was supposedly only given to hockey players either after they got married or graduated; I can’t remember now. Pure oversight on my part but since I didn’t get married right out of RMC, I never asked her for the recipe. Major and Mrs. Bake would be proud though. My date beginning in 1973 – LCdr Rosemary Park – and now my perma-date to this day – and I are still together. Best line mate I’ve ever had.

Major and Mrs. Bakes’ Christmas parties were always great fun. After playing hockey for fifty three years now, I know something about team dynamics – work-wise and otherwise. Sometimes there just isn’t any chemistry and regardless of the talent of individuals, the net results of the unit are just not there. For the most part, I was fortunate to play with a good bunch. Guys like 11409 Wayne Russell, 10918 Gordie Brown, 11068 Les Falloon, 11093 Wally Istchenko, 10601 Dickie Mohns, 10161 Marc Ouellet and 9699 “CC” Ouimet; the latter three whom I played with in the World’s in Quebec City a few years ago. Rank or hierarchy can kill a team; hockey included. But the Bakes had a way of bringing us all together. They were kind. They were informal. They were an important off-ice component for us. Certainly for me, anyway.

Rookies on the hockey team had another function. I’ll forego the stories about Tiger balm and “shaving” that we had to undergo as new members of the “Reddies”. (Paladins, the dumbest name in hockey, is what they are referred to now. I digress) However, it was the duty of a first year hockey player to take Major Bake’s daughter, Judith, to the Christmas Ball. Judy was a great girl and accompanied her Mom and Dad to many of our home games. And to maintain my player status, and reputation – hers and mine – I was ever the gentleman. And over my time at the College, the Bake family were in many ways my own family away from home. In fact, LCdr and Mrs. Howie were much the same way too. Two wonderful families whose company I enjoyed for years. Both got to know my own Mom and Dad reasonably well too.

I was in Applied Science in second year, largely because my older brother was an engineer. I had no idea what I really wanted to do “when I grew up”. But it was painfully clear that by Christmas of second year, I had absolutely no interest in “Apple Sci”. I remember what transpired quite clearly. Before I found out my final marks, it was both Major Bake and LCdr Howie who spoke to me and told me that I’d failed. Both convinced me to stay at the College because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to. But it was only after their intervention that I changed my mind to stay.

With Major Bake, it was through several conversations. But I first found out in a conversation with LCdr Howie in a rather unusual fashion. I was on 2nd phase MARS on the HMCS Mackenzie. LCdr Howie was a friend of the Captain at the time. He took me into the XO’s cabin and told me the news. I believe that it was largely on the recommendation of these two men that I was allowed to stay at RMC. For a twenty-year old, that was a big deal. I know others in my year weren’t given the same option. But these two men believed I was worth salvaging. When I won awards in third and in fourth year for combined academics and athletics, as well as the Tommy Smart, I have often thought in retrospect that these awards were partly theirs; an apt justification for their decision about a 20 year-old kid several years earlier.

Your marks had to stay at a reasonable level if you wanted to play varsity hockey. Being an RETP cadet, I certainly knew the importance (it took me my first two years to figure it out!) of good academic standing because private sector interviews would begin well before the end of fourth year. Major Bake came to the rink one night during our practise. I was expecting my mid-year marks for third year. He leaned over the boards, looked directly at me, and said something like “Oh you really did well” or something to that effect. I could have skated all night after hearing that. I never recall the conversations with my Squad bosses or any of my profs having the same impact as Major Bake or LCdr Howie. It was usually Major Bake who let me know how I was doing long before getting any formal receipt of a transcript. That was the way Major Bake dealt with many on the hockey team. He took an interest in all aspects of your development.

I regret not staying in touch more often with Major Bake or his family. I had gone back to the College reasonably often following Grad as I started my business career in Toronto. It wasn’t long after I left that Major Bake retired from the library. We did correspond a bit over the years as I did with LCdr Howie but disappointingly, not to the degree I should have. I haven’t pulled out my RMC year books in a long, long time. But I did the other day. He is in all our team pictures. It makes me feel good. Men like him and LCdr Howie are rare. I was fortunate to have both help guide me in my early years.

10950 D.M.Hall d7hall@sympatico.ca

Ed: David M. Hall, CMA, FCS is a Portfolio Manager for Burgeonvest-Bick Securities Limited in Toronto. We  asked him to recall his thoughts about a fine gentleman, Major Alfie Bake. If one’s memory discards or embellishes certain issues, then this is the prerogative of the writer. But after almost 40 years, some latitude is to be expected. David is not sure why or how certain anecdotes come to mind now. It’s been a long time. That being said, the fact that he would remember so many positive attributes about a significant person in his early stages of life speaks well of his friend and… of David .

Ex cadets from any of the three military colleges with similar type memories of their time as an officer cadet are invited to submit an article. Be as brief or as wordy as you like.

Match the graduation photo with the following statements. See the full write-ups below.

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“[He] is a very serious-minded cadet and a philosopher in his own way. He is straightforward and honest, with tremendous tenacity. He will brave the stormy seas to visit his sick aunt on Wolfe Island…”

“Il sera difficile de croire qu’il m’a fallu cinq appellent ‘Fil’. Quoiqu né a Montréal en 1939, il s’est vite rendu compte que les airs d’une grandeville ne lui plaisaient guère”

“Au college, son sens pratique lui fait choisir le commerce et les sciences économiques.”

“During his stay out west, he did such fun things as captain of the cross country team in second year, helping with the almost defunct college newspaper, and sampling the western social life…”

“After an impressive career at Royal Roads (where he was a member of the rep Killing Team), and a memorable summer at Borden, [he] arrived at RMC where being a member of both the football team and six squadron, fell in with what can only be described as ‘disreputable company’”

“Academically [he] was a hard worker, working his way to the top of his class in third year”

“[Il] a voulu profiter au maximum des cours offert au CMR, c’est pourquoi il a commencé en Génie, puis a fait une certaine période en Spécialisation…”

“Neither rain nor sleet nor risk could keep [her] from the slopes. Even a knee brace could only keep her down temporarily”

“It is unquestionable that his ‘role model’, Greg Johnson, had a hand in moulding [him] into the Junior Leader he’s become, but thank God he drew the line at leaving his fly-boy career for a job in the Navy. “

“… Has inspired us all since BOTC with her cheerleading skills and cheery spirit! She became the loyal friend to hit the bars with, as she was always there to dance the night away.”

“’Noir Brun’ as he was known, spent many a nights during recruit term sleeping under his bed, wearing his black cape/jacket. A word of advice: you’re not Neo, you don’t know kung fu…”

“Three reckless summers with R.C.E.M.E. and a fourth making sewer pipe in Oakville gave Phil some measure of practical engineering training and sold him on studying for a degree at U of T next year and continuing in civilian life on graduation”

“Contrary to her demure appearance, this young Willow Bunch native arrived at RMC to prove these is nothing a male cadet can do that a female cadet cannot do just as well…”

“La connaissant, on se demande encore comment son COMSEC a pu lui demander, après ses cinqs premières semaines au CMR, si elle savait sourire.”

“ ‘Omega’ left Watertown, Ontario in September of 1967 and landed on the first bounce in Fort LaSalle, where he became a stalwart intra-mural football player…”

“He was here, but he made it, and now has gone back to the fleet”

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Match the graduation photo with the following statements. See the full write-ups below.

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“He/she was a sailing enthusiast and, and belonged to the RMC Rifle and Pistol Club. In second, third and fourth years, he/she was on the College Pistol Team witch competed at West Point.”

“Son avenir n’est pas tres defini, mais il/elle laisse entrevoir un marriage prochain, un baccalaureate s Sciences (Genie Civil) de l’Universite McGill, suivi d’au moins trois annees de services dans l’ARC.”

“Through the years, he/she has been interested in basketball, track and field, and football, and he/she played representative basketball for both Royal Roads and RMC.”

“At RMC he/she ran, swam and fenced for the college; he/she also visited many of the night spots of Canada as a Marker representative.”

“Proud of his/her Royal Roads and Wheat Province origin, he/she voluntarily orated at length on the merits of the “Green and White: Roughies, the West and Melville – the Rail City and Home of the Millionaires!”

“Chosen almost immediately as a spokesperson for our Recruit year, he/she went on to win cross swords, a crown as well as the Queen’s Challenge Shield.”

“Sa technique experimentale lui valu bien des commentaires et tous ses partenaires de lab “debordaient” d’admiration pour ce le-ci.”

“His/her academic prowess can only be rivaled by his/her ability to fall asleep at any given time and without warning to anyone. How anyone could have gotten the marks you did but be unconscious through a majority of the lectures we’ll never know, but publish your technique and you’ll make millions!”

“Sports, fencing was his/her first love; there’s nothing like grace and violence.”

“Travailleuse archarnee, il/elle etudie toujours pour regurgiter le tout le moment venu. Parfois, il/elle le fait meme avant les examens!”

“Originating from Camrose Alberta, he/she made the voyage to RRMC for two years of hardcore weekends in the gunroom spreading his/her small town philosophy.”

“We shall not cease from exploration / And the end of all our exploring / Will be to arrive where we started / And know the place for the first time.”

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Match the graduation photo with the following statements. See the full write-ups below.

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“… began life in the heart of the Alberta oil well country. After his share of cowboys and Indians on location, he/she settled down to the more serious business of the Services.”

“Tout ceci lui a mérité une note parfaite sur ces évaluations militaires 30/30 et la position de grand maitre slasher. “

“… one of the few cadets who can boast of having played on five rep. teams: football, soccer, water polo, skiing and swimming.”

“His/her guiding credo has been that under no circumstances should one “sweat it,” that is, worry. He/she worked on The Marker for three years with the respect to sports, he/she has actively participated in Rep Skiing and Harriers.”

“Ottawa has sent us one of her finest sons/daughters, a Queen’s Scout, who has been found bird watching in some very unlikely places like Montreal, Ottawa, Kingston, Ft. William, Winnipeg and Calgary.”

“Très actif aux sports, il/elle est membre de l’équipe de High Box, ou ses prouesses font de lui un pilier de l’équipe. Il/elle fut l’organisateur de plusieurs activités d’envergure qu’il/elle sut toujours tourner en succès.”

“It wasn’t long before he/she began to show his/her academic abilities. In the first two years, he/she managed to collect two scholarships, three departmental prizes and the Governor General’s Silver Medal.”

“He/she was a star player on the RMC Volleyball team, and he/she helped them along the road to achieving a perfect season. In 4th year he/she distinguished himself/herself as a dedicated rook CSC and a member of the 450 club.”

“He/she found the most effective study hours were spent on the golf course where he/she could contemplate the world’s problems between strokes or, indeed, over a couple of cool ones on the 19th hole.”

“… it goes to show that a triple crown in prep year can lead to five bars! … this soccer god/goddess can dribble under any conditions.”

“Just give him/her a ball, puck or some form of sport equipment and he/she’ll be MVP after the first game… However, it would have to be said that his/her favourite activity he/she began in fourth year – bird watching”

“En classe, il/elle réussit très bien et espéré graduer bientôt en génie civil. Ses qualités militaires et sa performance sur le terrain d/exercice furent vite reconnues au R.M.C. et lui valurent la position de cadet entraineur d’escadre qu’il/elle détient présentement.”

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Match the graduation photo with the following statements. See the full write-ups below.

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” … will always be remembered as a true blue wild and crazy Franco.”

“… entered RMC on an Air Cadet Scholarship”.

“Ambition – none. … is going in the Army.”

“… will be remembered as a multi-talented, generous, forever fun-loving and exceptional fellow to all.”

“… was also a very active member of the RMC Club…”

“During the summers … became quite proficient in the art of telling pilots where to go,…”

“In third year, … won the RMC Club of Canada Trophy for outstanding performances in athletics for a cadet in (his / her) year.”

“Being the only rook in the Frigate to have (His / Her) own room, (He / She) complained that (He / She) had more to clean-up than anyone else.”

” Il/elle travaille fort et ce qu’il/elle récolte est bien gagné.”

“Il/elle recherche le beau et le grand en tout.”

“… has a plethora of social knowledge that this Maritimer could never posess.”

“… competed at the World Debating Championships in Dublin.”

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