Will I get up or will I stay snoring? It is very early in the morning. I wake up to the sound of a loud horn. Getting ready makes me wish I wasn't born. I head down stairs to go to the troop walk. Even in attention they talk and talk. Most of the Rats need their uniforms tweaked. It isn't hard to stand still on concrete. We all march down to the cafeteria. The food they serve gives everyone diarrhea. With so many cadets the lines are long. In my room sleeping is where I belong. Every day we are up before the sun. Doing this every morning isn't fun.