September of '62. Letter from Ft. Knox. Basic training. Written in very tiny letters on very tiny paper. The notebook he's to carry with him wherever he goes. He uses it to write letters. Every day, he says. My god. Did we really do that before e-mail? He talks of army life as being totally "on quite a different pitch or level...completely out of harmony with the outside world..." and compares it with life on the Carthage College campus - both instances of isolation. "Here," he writes, "it is quite different in that all convention and conformity are absent. Now I'm not speaking of the regimentation, etc., which is imposed upon us all by the gov't. I refer, rather, to the diversities between the men themselves and the effect it makes upon our interpersonal relations." That's all. This is obviously before "diversification" hit the college campuses. Carthage was so very lily white in the sixties - I'm surprised there were any brunettes! If there was a black student (I don't remember any), he (and it would have been a he) was from Africa.