"soldier"

Rigid, unmoving, angular - the right angle of the elbow, just so. All fingers in a straight line salute, and the toes of each boot lined up. His caramel colored eyes intently staring forward, focused. His breath seemingly barely controlled, as his chest heaves in large waves, his stomach then chest rapidly filling with air, making his pride even more apparent. Muscles taught underneath the green and brown camo. The cloud of dust is still kicking up around them, a smokescreen inhaled by the coughing onlookers. An acrid smell of gunpowder hanging in the air, hovering like an invisible fog creeping down the windpipes of the audience. A small girl twirls in circles, dragging her feet so as to make tiny crop circles, kicking up her own dusty haze.