
Earlier this week we went to a change of command...<----Army speak for basically when one big dog takes over for another big dog. The big dogs hand over the leadership in symbolic ceremony....see those big flags? Each battalion/brigade has one. There are little streamers from each flag or
guidons for each thing they have fought in. Since this was a division change of command, there were six battalions, which is a whole lot of
honkin' soldiers.

This is a Cavalry division, so there was a
Cavalry charge. The guys on horses race across the parade field with guns shooting and lots of whooping it up!

There was a band....what ceremony isn't complete without an
Army_song: " Over hill over dale we have hit the dusty trail, As our caissons go rolling along."
The 'big dogs" doing a preview of the troops.....(on a side note: between these four guys, I think there are three general officers with about six stars amongst them. I used to say if I was going to "wear rank ", I was going to put a star on my shoulder! I wonder if their wife's ever said that?

Finally, once it was over, they rest the horses on the field so people can come pet them, take pictures, talk to them, etc...
Who doesn't like a nice piece of a$$?? I crack myself up!

The kids loved seeing what Daddy does at work, seeing the big horses, hearing the cannons, etc.