I raised my eyebrows. "At least it's a meal." I said agreeing with her as we moved forwards in the line to take a tray. Picking out what was available, oatmeal and a glass of milk, I then walked to the nearest empty table and sat down on a stiff wooden chair. Looking around the room I saw the tired, half asleep faces of my comrades, along with a massive amount of people in deep navy uniforms. They were exactly the same as ours, just a different colour. "That's weird. Check it out." I said to Daisy as she neared the table, gesturing at the other soldiers. "Why would they give us a different uniform to theirs?"