Scene from this morning's commute:

So, tooling I was, along the river path, feeling very peaceful - serene, even - admiring the sunrise, listening to the ducks, and feeling the riparian bugs glancing off my clear glasses, when up ahead I see two columns of runners, in step and wearing matching PT gear, heading my way. ROTC? Reserves? Dunno, the colors they're wearing don't have any obvious association. I hear the faint wail of cadence called, "lo-radda-layo", and I start to wonder if they're prepared for a fast mover going against their flow.

As I get closer, the leader makes like Moses and each column moves to either side of the bike path, I hear the leader chant, "Good Morning, Sir", followed by the whole platoon, "GOOD MORNING, SIR!!" . As I split their columns, I stood my peaceful, serene arse right up on my Eggs and bellowed, "OOOOHRAH! Pray for WAR!"

Whoever they were, there were a few claps and hoots offered up as I pedaled off...