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Five miles in 90° temps and 90% humidity (with a nice breeze from off the ocean, so it wasn't nearly as bad as it sounds)! When we played, I may have sounded awful (I was never really that good to begin with), but damnit, I made it without dropping out of formation once! Our drum major's final orders at the end of the parade went as follows: "Band, pass out!" And we did just that. Our band-director went around to everyone individually to congratulate us on making it. I have to admit that my proudest moment was when he came up to me and gave me a firm pat on the back. No words were needed for him to express his pride at our accomplishment. We even went home with a couple of trophies. I think, and don't hold me to this, the band got third-place out of the eight or ten bands in attendance, and our flag corps got one as well!
