Memory of Class 16-67 by Chuck Seland

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Officer Candidate School

 Class 16-67 (17 February – 2 August 1967)

 by

Charles A. Seland  

 

       The 80 officer candidates in Alpha Company gathered in the new, one-story, metal pre-fabricated H-shaped barracks which we now called home. Each two-person cubicle had two foot lockers, a set of bunk beds, two small tables and two chairs. Our wall lockers (two each) were in the hallway. Once our cubicles were assigned, we settled in quickly while assessing the environment and the other candidates.




Following the evening meal at the nearby Dining Facility, we returned to our billets to assemble and adjust our belongings in the foot and wall lockers in accordance with the standards of the Officer Candidate School (OCS).  Then three lieutenants arrived,   called TAC Officers (Train, Advise, and Counsel).  They had recently graduated from other OCS’s.  They knew the standards and were hell-bent to “advise” us.  Right!  Within minutes they tossed our gear into a jumbled heap on the hallway floor.  The TACs delightfully screamed and scolded us, their faces inches away from our faces, for ignoring OCS standards.  Of course we had the OCS schematics right before us with the precise rules.  But that didn’t matter.  When we replaced our clothing and gear into the lockers, the TACs again yanked everything out.  “You are the dumbest  Soldiers I’ve ever met.  What the hell is the Army turning into! How the hell did you get into OCS?”  READ MORE


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