"Incoming barrage fire!" I shouted without warning, standing above ground and overlooking the recruits as they went about their routine in the trenches.
Just like the night drill a few evenings prior, the enemy attack was once again simulated using noise. This time, we hired spectators to bang on metal pots and pans, while Eduardo fired his swivel cannons on cue.
The cadets who had been briefed beforehand immediately shouted orders for the recruits to either drop to the trench floor or duck behind the parapets. Knowing the drill by now, the recruits obeyed without question, following their cadets' and NCOs' instructions to the letter.
At the other end of the trench, Colonel Abad shouted, "Enemy fire! Some of our soldiers are hit!"
