Hooah

All quiet on the Western front didn't describe life on the Charlie Turner trail this morning. Mona and I got a late start. Sixish. When we got out of the car at the Observatory lot we could hear yelling and chanting.  Couldn't see what it was, didn't care really.  Hit the trail. Sun was up, hills were golden, chill in the air. the usual quiet sojourn was continually interrupted by what I soon identified as military  cadences.  Loud, obnoxiously loud.  Even heard one hiker yelling, "Be quiet, be quiet."  Her pleas were drowned out as the plebs, isn't that what they are called, plebs, were forced to climb the hill. Noticed a USMC tee on one of the instructors who booming voice was the loudest.  Semper Fi.