Wojtek, thank you for the kind words and for your most interesting personal history. I loved the students I had my first ten years or so. In my first evening class, I was the youngest person in the room! These were working people going to college.Most wanted to learn, and it didn't matter how far apart we were politically. We'd get some inner city kids from Philadelphia every now and then,kids we took on a probationary basis. I liked them too. Then, later I had some Vietnamese refugees. Great people. I felt such shame that the United States had bombed their homeland that I would have walked on coals if that would have helped them with the class.I can relate to those army students of yours. My vet students were hard workers.
Every time I see your name on the list, I remember an amusing story. There were many persons of Polish ancestry in my hometown; they came there to work in the glass factory and the pottery. A boy from my hometown came to study at the college where I taught. His last name was Wojton. I bowled with his uncle when I was young. A friend of mine said, "Mike, We have a Chinese student who is from your hometown." He thought the boy's name was pronounced woj ton. You'd have to ask him why he thought THAT was Chinese!