Why, thank you for the commendation, B, which I rightfully deserve for a few hours each and every good day I put in. Right back atchya but all day every day. Yer one a the good ones.

Right. Back to the task at hand.

It's half past six! Drop yer pricks!
Hands off yer cocks and on with yer socks!

The rest of that cadence gets worse so I'll stop there and just say, "Mornin, Dan."

Perhaps I should add that I was never in uniform. Came from a rather military family and actually was accepted by RMC but a strange thing happened just before my picture was to appear in the newspaper as one of three chosen in The Maritimes when I was 18. I said, "Dad. I don't wanna go to Royal Military College." He whipped the car to the curb and parked. "Why not?!" "Four years in a school with only guys? NO pussy?" He cocked his head, nodded and drove on. I was so relieved that standing up to him regardless of the fear had paid off. Mind you, I had my hand on the door handle the whole time.