The 78th Randolph Macon Academy Brigade
By Chuck RitenouR
Two hundred boys all in their teens
in solemn parade, marching as one
brass and dress grays spotlessly clean
this is no time for laughter and fun.
Senior class cadre leading the way
in shoes spit-shined beyond perfection.
The ritual beginning our every day
raising the flag and formal inspection.
In dining halls, seats assigned
faculty member at the table's head
we ate as one, our chairs alligned
unless addressed, not a word was said.
Every morning attending classes
afternoons devoted to drill
Better be sharp or harvest demerits
while at attention on Old North Field
Form for retreat, the order goes out
lowering the flag at the end of the day
"Brigade dismissed", then laughter and shouts
and we became children let out to play.