Citadel Boys

Citadel boys get a bad wrap. I’m not quite sure why, but one of the first things I was ever taught in Charleston was not to date one. I never really knew where this came from… maybe it’s the fear that they get beaten and have aggression issues. Or maybe it’s that they’re kept away from women so long that it’s uncertain what they’ll do when they’re unleashed. But I must say, I just had a lovely experience with a group of Citadel boys who were nothing short of heroic. It was a typical evening and I was driving down King Street bopping along to some J.T. When all of the sudden – BAM – a spider walks across my window visor! I immediately slam on my breaks and veer to the side of the road. I jump out of the car and see a group of Citadel boys. I scream “Citadel boys! Help!” and sure enough, they come running. When I explained the presence of the unwelcome intruder, I half expected the eye-roll that most boys give you, but they all dove into the car headfirst with such fervor. They searched like they were doing it for our country, until one yelled, “I got it ma’am!” They disposed of the eight-legged freak and held the car door open for me, closed it behind me, tipped their caps and wished me a “goodnight, ma’am.” So, people can say all they want about Citadel boys, but they will always be perfect gentlemen and heroes to me!