There’s a story that a former commander of a local army post was so into golf that he radioed from a helicopter on his way back to his office to get a golfer tossed from a course across the street from the office for failing to replace a divot. Played golf one afternoon with a young junior officer who apparently hadn’t been schooled in the politics of rank — and was a state champion golfer in his HS days (which weren’t all that far behind him). Beat the general like a rented mule. Before midnight that kid had orders sending him to another installation out in the boonies. Those are the stories they tell about that general, anyway.
There’s a story that a former commander of a local army post was so into golf that he radioed from a helicopter on his way back to his office to get a golfer tossed from a course across the street from the office for failing to replace a divot. Played golf one afternoon with a young junior officer who apparently hadn’t been schooled in the politics of rank — and was a state champion golfer in his HS days (which weren’t all that far behind him). Beat the general like a rented mule. Before midnight that kid had orders sending him to another installation out in the boonies. Those are the stories they tell about that general, anyway.