Pioneer Gambit

First I was driving my teenage daughter’s brain on the topic of “how to behave in a group,” and then—suddenly—I found myself in 1980 in the body of a fourteen-year-old boy. Whose parents send him to a pioneer camp for the whole summer. Ironically—an unexpected chance to prove the truth of my arguments. One, two—left, right—“Always ready!”—a pioneer bugle call, the pioneer morning watch! Can I repeat it?