dawn drills: vomiting is the drill's reveille

The regimen's price is collected first thing, as a matter of routine: "Somebody always throws up a little; it’s like the drills’ reveille." The morning hill-sprints reliably empty a stomach or two, and today, after the Interdependence-gala sweets, "there’s multiple retching." Vomiting isn't an emergency here; it's the sound the day starts with, the body's involuntary tax on being pushed uphill in the cold before dawn. The Pukers aren't an aberration in the system — they're its alarm clock.