I was out walking our dog Kuma the other day by the river. It was a hot day and Kuma seemed like he was getting pretty overheated (he wouldn’t even chase rabbits) so I stopped on a bench under a tree for him to rest.

We sat there for a little while when the local Air Force ROTC kiddies came jogging up in a group that might possibly have been a formation, if a formation was oblong and had no rows or columns.

“Excuse me Sir,” says a kid whom I presume to be the Ex-O, “would it bother you if we did our P.T. here in the shade?”

I couldn’t resist.

You mean you’re going to do Air Force P.T.?

“Yes, Sir.”

No, it won’t bother me… unless one of you snores really loud.