By The Numbers

By the Numbershis father was a tyrant. and we rooted for the boy to slug the son of a bitchCompany, 'Tenshun!"Snap."Company, forward--harch!"Thump, thump."Company, halt!"Thump, rattle, clump."Eyes right."Whisper."Eyes left."Rustle."About face!"Thump, scrape, thump.In the sunlight, a long time ago, the man shouted and the company obeyed. By a hotel pool under a Los Angeles sky in the summer of 1952, there was the drill sergeant, and there sto...