I’m looking at a picture of Old Main, where I’ve had class for the past three years. But in this image, there are no backpacks slung over shoulders or professors chatting on their way to lunch. Instead, there are about 60 young men in uniform, some smiling, some not. Why are they here? And where did the students go? Welcome back to St. Olaf. I’m Sam, and these are the stories from the Hill.

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