First Time in the Field.


The time has come.

A sea of green and white lays before me. 

My pulse is rushing but I have to remember to breath. 

In.. two.. three... four...

Out... two... three... four...

I close my eyes to calm my nerves. 

The cold brass in my hand keeps me grounded. 

I go through the movements. 

We've gone through this practice a hundred times.

But this is no practice. This is the real thing. 

We march out in unison. It is time. 

"Drum majors, is your band ready?... You may now begin."




Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed

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