By Brendan Soucie, Hockey
The meaning of being a member of the Army hockey family hits a different pitch for the Soucie household. Unlike any of my teammates, my father graduated West Point in 1992 and captained the team his senior year. My whole life, I witnessed the true value of what it means to be a part of this family. No matter the year, alumni are constantly around to offer support in whatever ways needed. Just in my four years, I witnessed a revival in this support with catered team dinners, support in visiting arenas, etc. The dedication to support the Army hockey program stems from the bonds formed as players.
I have countless memories from my four years which formed these bonds. The first was throwing that jersey on for my first game. I got extremely lucky and tapped home a wide-open rebound on my first shift of college hockey, but that is not my greatest memory of the game. Going through the emotional roller coaster of a game is where you come together as a team. Compared to every team I played for, the strength of this team bond seemed to be greater because of our name, Army West Point.
A second memory from that year was being afforded the opportunity to play an outdoor hockey game at frozen Fenway Park. Living 20 minutes away my last year of juniors, this game was especially surreal. Not only is Fenway one of the most famous sports venues, but I was able to play in front of family and friends. Boston is so close to home so I will never forget taping my sticks on top of the Green Monster or sitting on the bench and taking the moment to realize where I was playing. Read more.