A "Parade"

On Tuesday morning of our trip (May 27), we went to a parade on the parade field. The band began playing, and all 40 squadrons marched out onto the field. After some ceremony, the seniors, or "Firsties," march out of their squadron. When they were freshmen ("Doolies"), the marched into their squadron on the same field. This ceremony represented the seniors leaving and making room for the freshmen that will be arriving in June. The seniors came up close to the audience to stand, and Phillip was able to hop out an join them. You'll see his crutches in the pictures.

The band at the corner of the field: (This is the drum corps that Phillip was the drum major for, but had to quit to become his squadron commander.)


You can barely see the "wing" (all the squadrons) lining up for the parade:


The squadrons march out:


The squadrons line up two deep:


Phillip's squadron 37 is in the front middle of the pic:


The seniors leave their squadrons - see the crutches? Hi, Phil!:


Another shot of the seniors:


Squadron 38 (in front) and 37 (in back) seniors: (Did you find the crutches?)


The white sashes are for the seniors carrying sabres:


Mom, Dad, Phil, Jed, and Jamey after the parade: