Senior Cadet Charda barges into his quarters without permission … as always.  

“Sir!”  Braca snaps to attention.  Deference will save him a beating.  

“Are they done?  I’m due for honor guard in less than an arn.”  

Braca plucks one pair of flawlessly polished boots from amongst the pairs lining the walls of his
billet.  

Charda checks the tags inside the boots, thanks Braca with a rough shove, and leaves without a
word.

Braca smiles with satisfaction.  

Boot tags can be swapped.

No one can march correctly in the wrong size boots.  

Punishment for not staying in cadence is removal from service.  


                                                        
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