An army of blue jackets was doing drills in the French Air force base 92 as a drill sergeant marched around them with his hands tied around his back. At intervals, he would speak the words of rectification and unleash a new set of rounds for the ones in need of extra discipline. His immaculate gait hovered over them like a jet out on patrol. Groups of men were scattered around the graveled space, doing cardio, runs or other physical training. Each group was under the care of an assigned Sergeant. The air echoed with sounds of engines rushing over the base at lightning speed, releasing in its flight waves of magnitude that raised palpitations in the layers of gravel.