The march is a way to get in celebration mode.

I'm predisposed to never be in pure celebration mode.

In fierce March weather White waves break tether, And whirled together At either hand, Like weeds uplifted, The tree-trunks rifted In spars are drifted, Like foam or sand.

I got drunk that night in Honolulu, and we had some celebration. I went to the nearest joint I could find. Soldiers and sailors paid for nothing. Civilians paid for everything, picked up all our tabs. They loved us. The town was ours.

This will be a national march, ... At our count, there have been 130 people killed around the nation by these Taser guns. We will not sit idly by and not say anything about it.

Students returned still in lock-down mode to give teachers an opportunity to take roll. Then, the school went into an abbreviated instructional schedule. We did what we were supposed to do. We went into lock-down. We promptly evacuated the building. And we took the extra step of making sure that all students were accounted for.