Calvin Hill

We met when he applied as a Tactical Officer at Georgia Military College and came in for the interview process.  The main responsibility of a TAC officer was to supervise and keep order in the barracks for the Junior College cadets and the chosen person was to be the first one hired full-time for this newly approved position.  He was born and raised in Milledgeville, and recently retired from the U.S. Army; out long enough to grow a head-full of hair and he was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and a baseball cap.

We chatted as he waited in my office to be interviewed by my supervisor who at that time was LTC (Retired) Thomas Murphy, a veteran of the Vietnam War and a recipient of a Purple Heart.  After about a half hour of conversation with the Commandant of Cadets, he left with a wave of good bye and I returned to my regular summer activities thinking that I would never see him again.  It was July, 1994 and I  had been employed at GMC for nearly ten years.

Within a few days a soldier appeared in my office with a military 
style haircut, spit-shined boots and a starched and immaculate 
uniform; it was our new TAC officer reporting and his name was Calvin 
Hill, although he bore little resemblance to the candidate who had 
interviewed, it was the same person, transformed from a civilian back 
to a soldier and reporting to duty.

It did not take long for us to bond, although I was a few years older 
than Calvin; we had so much in common and enjoyed talking about our 
families and life in a small town.  Calvin established his office in 
Vinson Hall and immediately began what some called his "reign of 
terror."  He was in charge of discipline and keeping the barracks 
clean and safe; there were several categories of cadets living in his 
area but they were all males, the females lived in Main Barracks, and 
many of his charges were football players who were only interested in 
sports, they just did the military part because it was required.

Over the years we suffered through catastrophes, deployments because 
of military requirements, automobile accidents, sickness and deaths in 
the family and Calvin always knew when the stories were real and when 
they were embellished.

CSM Hill could spot a lie, out think the smartest students, and 
identify culprits skipping taps on the antique cameras in the hallways 
like no one else.  He issued bullring hours (punishment) to anyone who 
broke the rules and hearing the sound of cadets doing pushups was a 
sound that we all recognized.

You would think that the cadets hated this man but he did what he did 
because he wanted them to get a good education and prosper, they left 
Georgia Military College with love in their hearts for this soldier 
who issued out tough-love to one and all; he was an equal opportunity 

Rest in Peace my friend.


Brenda S. Brown 


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