Taking the Right Flank

A sudden jolt settled into my boots, clearing the stiffness from my limbs. I stood stationed on the far right flank under the glow of a lamp shade. Beside me, other figures remained frozen in a tight formation. To test my balance, I shifted my weight forward and reached out, tapping the cool black metal pole of the lamp with my gloved knuckle. The faint metallic click proved my movement was real. Satisfied with my footing, I squared my shoulders and held my watch on the line.