The best rhythm in a battlefield is the march. I don’t let a single foot slip out of step. We train hard until the cadence of our boots becomes a metronome in itself. Discipline keeps the line tight; a stray foot is a crack in the wall. Precision is not about music, it’s about trust and order, and if one of my men falters I give a command, not a sigh. That’s how a unit stays in sync.