As a West Point alum, all I can do is shake my head and chuckle (else I would scream!).
The words below are the lyrics to a song that pays tribute to the Corps of Cadets of West Point, a song that plebes memorize during beast barracks. I can’t imagine any new civilian academy will be similar to West Point or Annapolis in any way, other than having a federal budget.
The Corps, The Corps, The Corps
The Corps bareheaded, salute it
With eyes up thanking our God
That we of the corps are treading
Where they of the corps have trod
They are here in ghostly assemblage
The men of the corps long dead
And our hearts are standing attention
While we wait for their passing tread
We sons of today, we salute you
You sons of an earlier day
We follow close order behind you
Where you have pointed the way
The long grey line of us stretches
Through the years of a century told
And the last man feels to his marrow
The grip of your far off hold
Grip hands with us now, though we see not
Grip hands with us strengthen our hearts
As the long line stiffens and straightens
With the thrill that your presence imparts
Grip hands, though it be from the shadows
While we swear as you did of yore
Or living or dying to honor
The Corps, and The Corps, and The Corps
Personally I like the idea of the USPSA provided their school mascot is a pig in honor of the greatest government tradition - namely pork.