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Instead of terrible gym music, I would prefer jodies that you could keep the beat, double-time, or half-time. Is this pentatonic?
These guys are third-day trainees. The guy on the far right is injured, participating anyway.
Good too. "My way is the right way, your way is the wrong way." It's not liberal arts college. More like medical school with physical exertion. Marching intently is much tougher cardio with response and call.
When I was in Navy Boot Camp many years ago, my favorite thing (if you can have a favorite anything in Boot Camp) was marching. I really enjoyed it. It was a mellow exercise compared to other stuff they had us doing, and I was tall, so I got to be in the front row, where it was easy to keep together. The shorter people in the back were the ones that typically got yelled at.
A very long time ago our Major told our Gunny that we were not to sing those gawdawful jodies when he ran us through post housing areas in Newport at 0600. Being inventive, he came up with a tame jodie for use in housing as he ran us down to pier one and two in the early morning twilight.
Uhh... Richard, you do know there is a big difference between parade ground marching and moving out on a hike to a training area, don't you? Or perhaps you didn't hike to training areas in middle school?
Also, the Springfield (and the M1 Garand) fit nicely on a shoulder. The modern day M4 and replacements, not so much.