It was the same collection of mostly young men, hopped up on goofballs and screaming incoherently. There were very few of the little princes and princesses who enjoyed their bespoke rebellion while on sabbatical from college. Apparently, they were excused from cannon fodder duty. It amused Turnbull that the class war had finally come and it was the damn Marxists who rigorously observed class distinctions. In the dictatorship of the proletariat, it was the proles who were getting dicked.
