New York Times (November 26, 2006)
A few years later, when Colin Powell, an otherwise aimless freshman at City College in New York, enrolled in the R.O.T.C. program, those who knew him best would conclude that he was less interested in serving his country than in the spit and the shine. “What attracted him more than anything else was their uniforms,” Karen DeYoung writes in her account of Powell’s life. “The young cadets looked sharp in their dark brown shirts and ties and gleaming brass buckles. Compared to his solitary, stumbling progress through college, they seemed to belong to something and to know where they were going.” The young Colin Powell seems to have been a character in search of a role, who sensed that it would be easier to play if it came with a costume.