Students

Morning march to technical training school.

Three hundred walking in step, across the flight line

some minutes past five in the morning swinging flashlights, Lackland lasers

in unison.

Chopped breathing from mouths beneath camouflage brims

orange clouds slowly roll off the waking Texas sun

sweat begins beading as the schoolhouse grows closer, the march yawns further

the blue rope calls out to the formation

demanding a halt to his mass of unskilled, badge-less volunteers.

They are starched and polished,

and they readily come to attention.

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[SeisaMystique]

This is interesting. Let's see what else you have. Welcome to The Cafe. :)