One instructor handled us very wisely,it seems to me.On sunday evenings in particular,he would make a point of stopping in at a local bar frequented by many of the GI-BILL student . There he would sie and drink,joke,and swap stories with men in his calss,men who had but rencently put away their uniforms and identities ; former platoon sergeants,bomber pilots,corporals,captains,lieutenants,commanders,majors-even a lieutenant colonel, as i recall.They enjoyede his company greatly,as he theirs.The next morning he would walk into class and give these same men a test .A hard test .A test on which he usually flunked about half of them.