RIP Giant Snow Dong... I remember when I saw you being built on the parade field from my room. I remember when I thought you might get some friends to help you build it. I remember how bad I felt when I realized it was the guard team and they made you destroy the art that you poured your heart and soul into for the last hour. I remember how I felt when I realized that COL Levenson was walking over to talk to you too.
You were brave souls trying to enrich the culture of our institute with you powerful, throbbing, art. Fear not, I'm sure the NYC Museum of Modern Art will pay you lavishly for your creation. But for now, your work lives on in the heart of the corps, in every Keydet that had the privilege of witnessing your masterpiece.
P.S., COMMSTAFF, please don't bone me...
You were brave souls trying to enrich the culture of our institute with you powerful, throbbing, art. Fear not, I'm sure the NYC Museum of Modern Art will pay you lavishly for your creation. But for now, your work lives on in the heart of the corps, in every Keydet that had the privilege of witnessing your masterpiece.
P.S., COMMSTAFF, please don't bone me...