Sovereign: You there! My loyal soldiers! I command thee to "guard."
<Sovereign stalks off to micromanage his other several hundred loyal followers.>
Newly Promoted Lieutenant: Hold on, what do you suppose he meant by that - just stand around here?
<Lt. begins thumbing through the manual muttering to himself, "Galley, Gantry, Garrison..">
Raw Recruit: We could fortify this spot! Look, I brought my shovel, give it a few days and we could have some lovely earthworks-
Sergeant, Veteran of the Last Three Wars: Yeah, knock yourself out, kid. Sov said guard, he didn't say what, I intend to sit right here and guard my lunch.
Lieutenant: If it makes you feel any better, son, we could keep an eye out and attack any ruffians that happen along-
Raw Recruit: Yes, sir! And we could patrol around a bit, y'see, to make sure we find them first, and then..
<Sergeant studiously ignores him, laying a strip of salted pork onto a biscuit with the air of Michelangelo applying the final brushstroke to the Sistine Chapel.>
Lieutenant: <sighs> It's not in the manual.