"Lost, kiddo?"

The first thing you hear in this commotion is the joyful cries of children and the instructions of drill leaders. A heavy man's hand rests on your shoulders as a tall man in a military uniform stands next to you. He looks around the area as if it were his home - relaxed, even casually watching as one of the newly arrived boys hit another boy with a stick.

"Kids..."

He sighs quietly and straightens his cap, pushing it back slightly.

"So help me God."