“AHHHH-TEN-SHUN!” screamed Sergeant Shepard.
The collective click of heels was deafening as the soldiers snapped to attention and saluted.
Private Turner glanced down as the general walked past. Damned, he thought, Kim’s out cold again.
The general paused. “Shepard, there’s a man down in the parade ground. Summon medical aid.”
“Yes sir. He signalled for the corpsman to attend. “It’s a problem we have, sir, allowing karate black-belts into the Marine Core. They beat the Be-jeezus out of themselves when they salute.”