As a freshman at Yale, the other ringing memorial was the names of the young men carved on the walls of Woolsey Hall. They made me think of my own good fortune to come unscathed through three years of wartime service. Although I’ve been to France three times since then, I still have on my bucket list to see those killing fields and visit the grave site of a great uncle who had the misfortune to die between the signing of the armistice and its effective date. I believe that admission at Yale should be accompanied by a requirement for some significant community service. More than anything, this requirement would select for and build character.
– David Ezzio