I had a Navy Korean War vet for World History in the 8th grade. My mother called him “Fuller the Fascist,” so I guess he was pretty darn militaristic even for a military family. A well-organized instructor, though.
My algebra teacher - guess it was 8th grade ... 1979 or so? - had taught at the Naval Academy. He had a pistol in his briefcase. Great teacher - I’m no math mind, but I totally nailed Algebra I.
Mr. Kosaveach was my 9th Grade World History teacher. He absolutely hated communism. Probably because he was Polish. He showed us lots of anti-communist movies and the like. Unfortunately for him, I was the crazy class clown. I could get away with it because my older brother had Mr. Kosaveach three years earlier, and somehow his textbook didn’t get returned at the end of the year. By the time I took world history, I had already read the text several times, and knew it as well as Mr. K did. Not only that, I knew where there were errors in the text and could point them out while I was clowning around.
I drove Mr. K and his poor student teacher nuts. They really didn’t know what to do with me.