Mr. Troop signed the guestbook before taking his seat.

The ancient tale spoke of mysterious troopes that guarded the valley.

The chronicler wrote of a troope that crossed the river at dusk.

The shock troops advanced through the ruined streets under cover of fog.

Every morning, the regiment troops the colours before marching onto the parade ground.

Every summer the regiment troops the colour on the palace forecourt to honor tradition.

The commander ordered the shock troop to spearhead the assault at dawn.

The troop horse reared when the bugle sounded, ready to charge.

Trooping the colours, the regiment marched slowly down the avenue while the crowd cheered.

As the regiment trooped the colours, veterans in the crowd saluted with tears in their eyes.