After a great tour of the local area (Russian ships, cardboard houses, one water tap per city block, etc.) I returned to the base. To my horror, NO ONE was there. The plane came in the same afternoon and my classmates were GONE. To compound the situation, my luggage was also loaded on that plane. And the third killer was that ALL MY ID was in my luggage.

While I sat there in shock imagining the worst, a irritated LCDR came up and asked if I was "Morgan". After a weak affirmative, he told me to get my %^& in gear and come with him to the airfield. There was a beautiful R5D waiting. I sat by myself while the LCDR sat in front, presumably filling out the class "A" offense paperwork, or maybe that for a court martial for "missing a military debarkation". Then I learned that we were going straight to Baltimore International, rather than Dover - where my luggage was going. Along with some nice Toledo steel swords I bought in Barcelona, I had a little 2" souvenir switchblade in my luggage. So when the Navy car came to Balt. Int. to pick me up, I had visions of who would get the first piece of me, US Customs or the Academy Duty Officer. I really thought I would not see the outer side of the "wall" until graduation day. However, the duty officer signed me in without even a simple expletive, asked if that was MY luggage sitting there, and then signed me out on LEAVE. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I vowed to disconnect the phone at my parents' place and take all my medicine when I returned for the fall semester.