Where we come back to
This week is state week, and to uphold our tradition of getting something that will remind us of our hard work, our director got us fake dog tags with our name on it.
It's supposed to remind me of the work I've done, and to carry out excellence in whatever I do. However, to me it seems like an actual dog tag that soldiers wear. I'm going off to the last battle of the marching band war, and I know that I can come back here where I belong afterwards, whether dead or alive.
So I will give it my all, from my breath to my soul, in the state competition. I'll be fighting to the death with the others in our marching band family.
An oath to those who have a battle to fight. RuiKou.













