Back in high school we had regimental drill every Wednesday morning. That meant wearing the green Class A uniform, thumbing through an old FM22-5, and possibly being issued a 1903A3 Springfield from the Weapons Room in B-Building basement.
Yeah, those were some gloomy mornings marching around the Commons holding a rifle at port arms under the stern glare of upperclass officers... Kind-a like in this video. Except for the guy dancing in tights. We didn't have a guy in tights.