Another training day on the range was done, and Lieutenant Glandy stood before them. “As you know,” he said, “it is an offence to remove any ammunition or parts thereof from a Canadian Forces range or training area.”
The soldiers were lined up at attention, ready for dinner. “I have no live rounds, empty casings, or parts thereof in my possession, sir.” They spoke the declaration in unison, as if reciting a line of poetry, almost liturgically. Private Ono spoke the words with a clean heart. He had never stolen a thing in his life.
