The shrill blare of the military bugle snapped George Cyril back to reality, just as he was about to devour scrumptious pan-fried bacon in his dream. The private wiped his drool, patted his cheeks, and then tightened his belt forcefully — that damned dream had only made his stomach hungrier. Tightening his belt was a must, lest his coiled-up stomach start dragging his intestines into the fray.