"You're the bravest, fightingest bunch I've ever seen. I sent you on a nighttime sortie and you snunk into the enemy camp and clobbered the aggressor forces whilst they slept. Then you rounded 'em all up and marched 'em back here without having to kill a single one."
Then he walked slowly amidst the ranks, pinning medals on every single soldier's tunic.
"I'm gonna name you The Super Troop, 'cause that's what you are; and your praises will be sung for years and years to come!"
And we all threw our helmets into the air and shouted out our victory cry--from Captain Blair at twelve years of age down to Buck Private Singleton at 7 and one-half years.
"Formation dismissed!" said General Grimes, looking much older than his sixteen years but giving us a snappy salute. We all scurried to our tents, fell into our sleeping bags, and slept the deep, peaceful sleep of the victorious warrior.