Each week we met on the “Parade Field” to practice drills. Attention, at ease, Right (Left) face, to the Right (Left) march, Forward march, to the Rear march, platoon halt, and other commands.
Our Platoon leader was a totally laid back dude, while another leader was a total “bad ass.”
Our Platoon had several left-handers. We had a problem. Someone was always turning in the wrong direction.
We each held a stone in our right hand.
The military parade or military review day arrived.
The (bad ass) platoon performed admirably
Our turn, the inept platoon, incompetent? They declared us victorious.
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