Soldiers' accommodation

Usage examples of barracks.

Clouse Field behind the high school, running plays and hitting the tackling dummies and giving each other high-fives, Ned would be out on the front lawn of the barracks by himself, bundled up in his green and gold high school jacket, making big piles of fallen leaves.

And thinking of Ten-Pound made me think, for a moment, of our barracks mascot back in the old days.

Tony, whose last name no one could spell on account of the strange way it was pronounced (Shane-dinks), was four years in an 'assisted living' institution by the time Ned officially came to work at the barracks.

The interest and lively curiosity drained out of his face as he did, and he once more became the boy 1 had seen so often since he started coming by the barracks, the one I'd seen most clearly on the day he'd been accepted at Pitt.

Curt wanted to be at the barracks, watching Bibi and his crew at work, not out on the road.

As a result, it faced the Troop D barracks from out there for all the years of its stay.

He leaned in the driver's window for awhile (no hum, no chill), then went back to the barracks to shoot the shit with Brian Cole, who was in the SC chair that shift.

Inside was something that made the barracks dog simultaneously howl in terror and yank forward as if in the grip of some ecstatic magnetism.

It sat there, as it would sit for all the years to come, while Presidents came and went, while records were replaced by CDs, while the stock market went up and a space shuttle exploded, while movie-stars lived and died and Troopers came and went in the Troop D barracks.

I've wondered from time to time if Tony and Ned's father ever really needed to talk about it - I mean on some late weekday evening when things at the barracks were at their slowest, guys cooping upstairs, other guys watching a movie on the VCR and eating microwave popcorn, just the two of them downstairs from all that, in Tony's office with the door shut.

He could see the light leaping from the windows in the roll-up door and glaring off the back of the barracks.

Each time it went off, the rear side of the barracks seemed to jump forward like something that was alive, the shadows of the troopers running up its board back.

In his swimming, dazzled eyesight, the barracks was nothing but overlaid shadows.

In his haste and excitement, the SC had given them what could have been construed as two orders: to get back and to return to the barracks.

Tony took a deep breath, let it out, then spoke to Dicky-Duck Eliot, who listened, nodded, and went back into the barracks.