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A thousand million soldiers covered the streets and fields and parks and beaches.

They'd only move for the hourly march.

Forward. Turn. Forward.

Always forward. Awaiting orders.

we longed for the higher ups to give any command just for some sort of change to happen.

For a while we made up games around it all 'til we ran out of ideas. Well, 'cept Randy o'course. Randy never runs out of stupid jokes that'll make us all howl for a bit. Still, it was terrible boring.

"What'd you s'pose the orders'll be when they come?"

"Nobody knows."

"Yeah, but what'd you s'pose?"

"I don't s'pose nothin'."

"I do. I s'pose there ain't no orders."

"I s'pose that's as possible as anything."

Forward. Turn. Forward.

"What I don't get's why they bother when they always end up in the same place."

"Ain't you been in that spot before?"

"I s'pose."

Snow fell then leaves then rain and everything got all washed away then fell all over again. Trees died and big pieces of land moved 'round even though the thousand million soldiers couldn't feel it. The land was moving.

Then o'course right when we was about to make our way off that rock and build ourselves some new ones, words spoke loud from every corner and a thousand million soldiers heard.

"Lay down!" A voice boomed.

The thousand million soldiers all laid down.

O'course we all burst out in hysterics as soon as we heard it. None of us thought Randy'd really go through with it.

See, early on he told us he was fixin' to give the order himself. But interfering ain't how we do things. But these people were just so damned patient. Also, turned out the star that was keeping that rock afloat was about to burn out so theyd've died even if Randy'd kept his big mouth shut.

Anyways, we had us a good laugh.

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