The Army is conspiring against me. Since we live in the thick of things here on post, I am awakened at an unearthly hour at least once a week by something Army related.
Last week it was people calling cadence. Loudly, out on the street in front of my house which is where my bedroom window faces. That I always find mildly amusing, as long as they’re good at it. There’s just something about hearing someone who can really call cadence, that call out and then the answer. I do believe there are regulations about not calling cadence near housing. When we lived here before you could always hear them yell to stop as they approached housing… and then you heard the shuffle of all those feet in unison.
This morning, I was blasted from my bed by the resident Army band. I knew a change of command was going on because I saw the tents go up a few days ago, but I didn’t know they were going to do it at 0745.
The joys of living on post. I’m going to find myself some coffee.