Day 1 FOW- 262 days until Final Review

On Wednesday August 14^th (Whoop!) 2013, 28 freshmen arrived to begin a journey that will strengthen them as individuals and forever change their lives.

After a brief introduction from their cadre trainers, the A-Co fish headed to the quad for their first formation and dinner as members of the Corps of Cadets and Figthin’ Texas Aggie band.

With the complete remodel of Duncan Dining Center complete, the upperclassmen were pleased to discover that the food had received a rework as well.

The remainder of the evening consisted of instrument check out and “Commander’s Time” where I discussed what the class of 2017 could expect out of their Corps experience and fielded any questions they had.

The senior class sent the fish to bed and read “The Last Corps Trip” at lights out. The words to the famous poem which is inscribed on the Bonfire memorial are as follows:

It was Judgment Day in Aggieland
And tenseness filled the air;
All knew there was a trip at hand,
But not a soul knew where.

Assembled on the drill field
Was the world-renowned Twelfth Man,
The entire fighting Aggie team
And the famous Aggie Band.

And out in front with Royal Guard
The reviewing party stood;
St. Peter and his angel staff
Were choosing bad from good.

First he surveyed the Aggie team
And in terms of an angel swore,
"By Jove, I do believe I've seen
This gallant group before.

I've seen them play since way back when,
And they've always had the grit;
I've seen 'em lose and I've seen 'em win
But I've never seen 'em quit.

No need for us to tarry here
Deciding upon their fates;
Tis plain as the halo on my head
That they've opened Heaven's gates."

And when the Twelfth Man heard this,
They let out a mighty yell
That echoed clear to Heaven
And shook the gates of Hell.

"And what group is this upon the side,"
St. Peter asked his aide,
"That swelled as if to burst with pride
When we our judgment made?"

"Why, sir, that's the Cadet Corps
That's known both far and wide
For backing up their fighting team
Whether they won lost or tied."

"Well, then," said St. Peter,
"It's very plain to me
That within the realms of Heaven
They should spend eternity.

And have the Texas Aggie Band
At once commence to play
For their fates too we must decide
Upon this crucial day."

And the drum major so hearing
Slowly raised his hand
And said, "Boys, let's play The Spirit
For the last time in Aggieland."

And the band poured forth the anthem,
In notes both bright and clear
And ten thousand Aggie voices
Sang the song they hold so dear.

And when the band had finished,
St. Peter wiped his eyes
And said, "It's not so hard to see
They're meant for Paradise."

And the colonel of the Cadet Corps said
As he stiffly took his stand,
"It's just another Corps Trip, boys,
We'll march in behind the band."