The new recruits had arrived late at the training grounds last night and shown to their cabin; but now it was 6am and time for the real work to begin.

Sgt. Barnes enters the cabin, primped and proper - a childish, playful grin on his face.

"Good mornin'!"

He announces, all too loudly. A few recruits shoot up in bed, two actually fall out of their cots at the sudden intrusion. He squints his eyes looking around, a playful glint in them.