A Question of Authority EXERPT
Fortunately, the upcoming dress drill at the Colonial Blues was a green light for Adam and the few others who were members of that august organization. They could leave Parousia at 3:00PM and they did. They shared a taxi down to the Armory on Park Avenue.
Adam was a trifle hot in his uniform. The day itself was unseasonably warm. About the only place the garb made any sense was within the cavernous confines of the Armory itself. Here, for several months, Adam had dutifully learned to march, halt, present arms, right shoulder arms, left shoulder arms, stand at attention and stand at ease.
Had one asked Adam why he undertook such training, he might have answered because he was curious or because he had a strong impulse one day to have a sword attached to his midriff. The senior Panflicks regarded the entire exercise with suspicion if not veiled scorn. The truth was that Adam wanted to learn the effect of such activities on himself. It was a philosophical enquiry.
