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Boomer Marching Songs (In Russian)
byVanderleunonOctober 27, 2021
Here’s a music video that not only shows how the Rooskies get down with the BeeGees, but also how happy and good-looking their military is these days. It is also worth noting that the Rooskies are so proud of their military they not only allow them to have parades, they attend them.
I can just see Admiral Levine leading the parade …
Casey KlahnOctober 28, 2021, 8:07 AM
Ootenvault: FTW
azlibertarianOctober 27, 2021, 4:49 PM
Like most veterans, I did my share of marching. Not much, mind you….I was in the Air Force and an officer, so that kept me from much of it.
There is a small value in marching. It teaches that you are just a part of a bigger unit, and that how that unit looks and performs is more important than how you do individually. Having learned that selflessness can transfer to other military objectives.
But that said, as anyone who has ever marched has said, it is a waste of time. Rather than having the troops practice their marching (over, and over, and over again, if my ancient experience is any guide), and rather than having them shine their shoes and polish their buttons, the taxpayer in me would have them practice actual military skills.
ghostsniperOctober 27, 2021, 6:30 PM
In the army (70’s) it was called Parade and Drill Ceremonies, I think. 9 man front, counter column, eyes right, etc. In basic, believe it or not, there were some doods that just couldn’t do it right no matter how much the group had to pay for it. At the end of the 7 weeks training cycle test the drill sgt’s put the habitual fuck ups on crutches so they wouldn’t have to go through that stuff and everybody passed. Barely in and I was shown the farce for what it is. I was already counting the days and 4 years has a whole of em. Almost a total waste that could have been put to a better use.
JackOctober 28, 2021, 7:00 AM
The only use I ever found in it was an orderly way to move large blocks of trainees from Point A to Point B and all places in between. I didn’t mind marching so much but I detested standing at attention or parade rest for long periods of time, although there are minor physical adjustment techniques that will make it easier. I attended Navy boot in Orlando during August and September and some recruits couldn’t take it so they would just pass out.
Casey KlahnOctober 28, 2021, 8:16 AM
I’ll hazard that as an ng officer I probably marched more than all y’all, due to infantry courses, then NCO then officer OCS. There is something about rote movement that quickens the movements if you eventuate to actual combat (which I never did [yet]). Maybe there’s a little more individualism in the USAF, az. Which I respect. However, grunts (I use that phrase with reverence) want their buddies to react with a coordinated splash. Also, I once got enthused by the fact that a handful of climbers I was with were all expert enough that we would kick step and move our ice axes in unison because: that’s the way it’s fukn done on steep snow. Marching is physical, and it makes sense in a physical environment. I didn’t even mention discipline, response to and giving of orders, pride. Pours all commenters a beer…
GoneWithTheWindOctober 27, 2021, 7:24 PM
In the Air Force, 60’s. 9 weeks of basic and 52 weeks of tech school. I marched to school everyday, marched in a parade every weekend and even marched to the chow hall twice a day. Because I’m tall I was always selected and usually in the front rank. But, I actually enjoyed it. I complained every time we had to march in class A’s or march in the rain or hot sun, but I actually enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed the big parades with 144 man formations marching the flight line, usually for some general retiring. But I enjoyed KP too so maybe I’m just different.
One of the more arcane skills taught in the 1970’s Air Force Officer Training School was how to drill a flight or squadron of troops through a parade. In typical OTS fashion, this was primarily passed along as oral tradition from class to class (12-week classes, starting every three weeks, so like high school fast forwarded), with occasional input from the instructors. Not as easy as it looks, so there were “upperclassmen” rehearsing drill in the most unlikely situations. My little gang of knuckleheads did our rehearsals on the weekends, marching from the dorms to the Officer’s Club. Where you could gain merit by watching informative Air Force Now films while downing a few cool ones. Even if confined to base for such egregious sins as dust under the bunk, unshined shoes, or failure to salute. And oh yeah, marching to the chow hall–in formation–three times a day, and y’all better hit your mark, time and location, or your squad eats last. Air Force may be one whacked out bureaucracy, but “on time, on target” gets drilled in early on.
USAF 1972 – 1975. Marched 6 hours daily in Basic, then a few hours daily at tech school (90250 Medical Service Specialist), then not at all for three years. I actually enjoyed it in Basic and , over time, reveled in how good our Flight marched. Marching with 6o other guys after weeks of training created a sense of comradery that I have not had since. Perhaps that was the idea.
I also liked KP. Weird I know.
GoneWithTheWindOctober 28, 2021, 12:48 PM
I enjoyed KP and enjoyed chow hall food too. I would, until I married, eat there 4 meals a day. When I was in tech school in 1964 I would take other guys KP for cash. Typically $6 but on a holiday or if they were going partying I could stretch it to $8 and rarely $10. We had three school shifts and depending on which chow hall you got your day could be 12 hours long or as much as 18 hours. After awhile of having KP both Saturday and Sunday (if you were in school your KP was only on the weekends) I learned to get there early and once the head cook got to know you he would put you in charge; you were called “the pusher”. It was actually a terrible job even worse than the grease pit or the clipper. But I had this insane idea that I could make things run better than what I had experienced under other “pushers”. My experience was that about half the KP’s were there to simply do their work and get off at the end of the day and the other half were their to do little to nothing and to see what they could get away with. Great training for life though.
I forgot about the food! I came from an impoverished background right into Basic Training. All the food I could eat. I could hardly believe it. Did you have “midnight chow” at Tech School? I was a regular there.
I had a similar gig like yours, but it was in the Hospital Barracks. There were two airmen per room. My roomy moved off base, but we pretended he was still in the barracks. I just had to do his duty once a week: cleaning the halls, bathrooms and such. So I had my own private room. It was like a college dorm.
ghostsniperOctober 28, 2021, 4:45 AM
After enduring probably hundreds of miles of walking to the various ranges and classrooms placed all over the base during basic training at Fort Knox most of us were fed up with it. When we got to Fort Leonard Wood, MO for AIT training for combat engineering, during the orientation part at the beginning someone asked the speaking el-tee if we were going to be doing much walking. The el-tee said, “There will be NO walking to the training areas and classrooms”. …and everybody let out a big sigh of relief…then the el-tee continued, “Combat Engineers RUN to their assignments”. “That’s right soldiers, there will be NO walking on Fort Leonard Wood, every one of you swingin dix will run full speed everywhere you go on this base.” We were beyond horrified. But it was true, and we complained, and grumbled, and we double timed it like nobody’s business. A lot of us were scheduled to go to Fort Benning for jump school after AIT was completed so we were building up our legs for it. When paratroopers land the earth goes, “Oomph!”. We make the body count.
HossOctober 28, 2021, 5:20 AM
Ft. Leonard Wood was my destination for basic also. 6-7 weeks of basic followed by 6 weeks of AIT- all in the same company with absolutely nothing changing from week 1 to week 13. Pretty much 13 weeks of basic. Combat Engineers but a 12C or Bridge Crewman. We marched everywhere and didn’t think much of it except it sometimes sucked more than others. Hated marching in the rain. Its all part of it and I enjoyed marching on graduation day as it was time to go. Destination Ft. Carson which was pretty good duty. One thing that stands out to me is that all of the DI’s in basic were Viet Nam vets except one. They were a badass group and well respected by most.
Navy Fed 1976, San Diego. Thank god I went for beards, and bell bottom pants. Got a very stylish haircut, of our choice, asked to keep mine a bit long on top. We spent hours on the Grindr dropping 03a3 inoperable rifles. “ guess they didn’t quit trust us”.
Woke when we wanted, didn’t shave if we didn’t feel like it. Leisurely strolled to the chow hall, where gourmet meals were cooked to order. Lounged about drinking coffee idle chitchat. Oooo around 10:00 we strolled to the parade ground where we worked on our dance moves. Or crisp logical responses to requests barked by company commanders in their dress whites.
A wonderful time, my favorite was watching marines climb over the wall from USMC land to Sailorville. Apparently these gentleman had a change of heart, really wanted to be Sailors.
Concerts every night, lights out at our leisure. My absolute favorite moment is when the SEAL recruiter arrived, all four ft six of him. I thought he was a midget. A midget with super powers. And tried to convince us, we needed to run faster, further, and swim miles in that dam Pacific Ocean for a year. I’d have gone, but I don’t like sand in my crotch, and a year seems like a long time.
I remember graduating, was at the airport, taking a leak in the “ head” when a marine turns and says, hey sailor, in the Corps they taught us to wash our hands after we pee, without missing a beat, I responded, well in the Navy they taught us to not pee on our hands,,,,, have a great day devil dog.
Pretty clever of me. I walked out with a swagger. Got to Lakehurst NJ, for school, only to be afflicted with hep A, later learned pretty much the entire training cycle caught Hep A. Off to the Phili Medical center we’re I woke up, on the sixth floor, in really bad shape.
Yea a great start to my naval career.
End of the day, I should have joined the Air Force.
Dirk
NoriOctober 28, 2021, 7:56 AM
Thank you,Mr V,and you as well,Mr Sensing. Both videos are absolutely awesome. Best use of Stayin’ Alive,ever.
Never understood the appeal of the goose-step. Seems it would be hard on soldiers’ knees.
On a side note,according to Greg Kelly of Newsmax,Gen Mark Milley and the then Richard Levine attended Belmont Hill high school in Massachusetts in 1975-76,and played football together.
In a sane world,American Soldiers,Sailors,and Marines would be allowed to goose-kick Milley and the farcical “ Admiral” all the way to Gitmo.
Casey KlahnOctober 28, 2021, 8:18 AM
The Soves look gay with the punch 2/2 steps and the smily faces. But those white skirts look handy to the upper ranks, I suppose.
Sam L.October 28, 2021, 8:19 AM
Goose-stepping to “Stayin’ Alive”! Exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcellent! My wife’s a BeeGees fan. I was in the AF, and had eight years in the AF Underground (33 holes in the ground), the big holes in Arizona and the small ones in Missouri), and only one of each remains as historical sites. There are some others scattered about.
Back around the middle of the last century strolling with a group of fifty or so guys around Ft. Benning, I was leading a Jody cadence: Ain’t no use in lookin’ back, and of course the other gentlemen cheerfully repeated AIN’T NO USE IN LOOKIN’ BACK etc. and following each ‘verse’; Am I right or wrong with the others replying YOU’RE RIGHT! Followed by sound off 1,2,3,4 etc.
Excepting the time I got a wee bit distracted and with the wrong foot forward my shouted Am I right or wrong got a resounding reply that I’m sure reverberated throughout of the fort; YOU’RE WRONG!!!
OneGuyOctober 28, 2021, 12:56 PM
When my son was in the boy scouts we all took the CPR classes. The instructor used the BeeGees “Staying Alive song” to show us the beat for chest compressions.
Gordon ScottOctober 28, 2021, 2:30 PM
Drill goes back to the days of pike squares and infantry companies marching into the guns, together. Doing it coordinated resulted in fewer deserters. And today, it turns out to be a cheap way of teaching teamwork, proper response to orders, and a feeling of camaraderie when it works right. All you need is a mostly flat surface and a loud voice.
And if you’re marching in formation, even at At Ease, March, you’re not playing grab ass and embarrassing the drill instructors, or getting hit by cars as you move the flight or company or squadron or whatever around the base.
Plus, you get to sing often rude songs at high volume. Can’t beat that.
Drill might even go back further, to the days of Marius (157 – 86 BC) when he reformed the Roman Army. Roman military drills were called “bloodless battles” and battles were called “bloody drills”.
Gordon ScottOctober 28, 2021, 9:58 PM
A good point, Mike. At their peak of training they could move fast, strike hard and withdraw as needed. And, they built a fort to sleep in every night.
Casey KlahnOctober 28, 2021, 5:13 PM
Yes, but what Jodys get sung on base nowadays? First, they banned out barracks style dirty march Jodys, and now I suppose they can’t ban them if they’re gay.
“My boyz got everything…”
Damn my sarcasm; I’ll lose sleep over that awful lyric tonight. Cringes
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We’ve got our own army marching, right here in NY:
https://twitter.com/beyouonlybetter/status/1452718043587563531
I can just see Admiral Levine leading the parade …
Ootenvault: FTW
Like most veterans, I did my share of marching. Not much, mind you….I was in the Air Force and an officer, so that kept me from much of it.
There is a small value in marching. It teaches that you are just a part of a bigger unit, and that how that unit looks and performs is more important than how you do individually. Having learned that selflessness can transfer to other military objectives.
But that said, as anyone who has ever marched has said, it is a waste of time. Rather than having the troops practice their marching (over, and over, and over again, if my ancient experience is any guide), and rather than having them shine their shoes and polish their buttons, the taxpayer in me would have them practice actual military skills.
In the army (70’s) it was called Parade and Drill Ceremonies, I think. 9 man front, counter column, eyes right, etc. In basic, believe it or not, there were some doods that just couldn’t do it right no matter how much the group had to pay for it. At the end of the 7 weeks training cycle test the drill sgt’s put the habitual fuck ups on crutches so they wouldn’t have to go through that stuff and everybody passed. Barely in and I was shown the farce for what it is. I was already counting the days and 4 years has a whole of em. Almost a total waste that could have been put to a better use.
The only use I ever found in it was an orderly way to move large blocks of trainees from Point A to Point B and all places in between. I didn’t mind marching so much but I detested standing at attention or parade rest for long periods of time, although there are minor physical adjustment techniques that will make it easier. I attended Navy boot in Orlando during August and September and some recruits couldn’t take it so they would just pass out.
I’ll hazard that as an ng officer I probably marched more than all y’all, due to infantry courses, then NCO then officer OCS. There is something about rote movement that quickens the movements if you eventuate to actual combat (which I never did [yet]). Maybe there’s a little more individualism in the USAF, az. Which I respect. However, grunts (I use that phrase with reverence) want their buddies to react with a coordinated splash. Also, I once got enthused by the fact that a handful of climbers I was with were all expert enough that we would kick step and move our ice axes in unison because: that’s the way it’s fukn done on steep snow. Marching is physical, and it makes sense in a physical environment. I didn’t even mention discipline, response to and giving of orders, pride. Pours all commenters a beer…
In the Air Force, 60’s. 9 weeks of basic and 52 weeks of tech school. I marched to school everyday, marched in a parade every weekend and even marched to the chow hall twice a day. Because I’m tall I was always selected and usually in the front rank. But, I actually enjoyed it. I complained every time we had to march in class A’s or march in the rain or hot sun, but I actually enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed the big parades with 144 man formations marching the flight line, usually for some general retiring. But I enjoyed KP too so maybe I’m just different.
One of the more arcane skills taught in the 1970’s Air Force Officer Training School was how to drill a flight or squadron of troops through a parade. In typical OTS fashion, this was primarily passed along as oral tradition from class to class (12-week classes, starting every three weeks, so like high school fast forwarded), with occasional input from the instructors. Not as easy as it looks, so there were “upperclassmen” rehearsing drill in the most unlikely situations. My little gang of knuckleheads did our rehearsals on the weekends, marching from the dorms to the Officer’s Club. Where you could gain merit by watching informative Air Force Now films while downing a few cool ones. Even if confined to base for such egregious sins as dust under the bunk, unshined shoes, or failure to salute. And oh yeah, marching to the chow hall–in formation–three times a day, and y’all better hit your mark, time and location, or your squad eats last. Air Force may be one whacked out bureaucracy, but “on time, on target” gets drilled in early on.
USAF 1972 – 1975. Marched 6 hours daily in Basic, then a few hours daily at tech school (90250 Medical Service Specialist), then not at all for three years. I actually enjoyed it in Basic and , over time, reveled in how good our Flight marched. Marching with 6o other guys after weeks of training created a sense of comradery that I have not had since. Perhaps that was the idea.
I also liked KP. Weird I know.
I enjoyed KP and enjoyed chow hall food too. I would, until I married, eat there 4 meals a day. When I was in tech school in 1964 I would take other guys KP for cash. Typically $6 but on a holiday or if they were going partying I could stretch it to $8 and rarely $10. We had three school shifts and depending on which chow hall you got your day could be 12 hours long or as much as 18 hours. After awhile of having KP both Saturday and Sunday (if you were in school your KP was only on the weekends) I learned to get there early and once the head cook got to know you he would put you in charge; you were called “the pusher”. It was actually a terrible job even worse than the grease pit or the clipper. But I had this insane idea that I could make things run better than what I had experienced under other “pushers”. My experience was that about half the KP’s were there to simply do their work and get off at the end of the day and the other half were their to do little to nothing and to see what they could get away with. Great training for life though.
I forgot about the food! I came from an impoverished background right into Basic Training. All the food I could eat. I could hardly believe it. Did you have “midnight chow” at Tech School? I was a regular there.
I had a similar gig like yours, but it was in the Hospital Barracks. There were two airmen per room. My roomy moved off base, but we pretended he was still in the barracks. I just had to do his duty once a week: cleaning the halls, bathrooms and such. So I had my own private room. It was like a college dorm.
After enduring probably hundreds of miles of walking to the various ranges and classrooms placed all over the base during basic training at Fort Knox most of us were fed up with it. When we got to Fort Leonard Wood, MO for AIT training for combat engineering, during the orientation part at the beginning someone asked the speaking el-tee if we were going to be doing much walking. The el-tee said, “There will be NO walking to the training areas and classrooms”. …and everybody let out a big sigh of relief…then the el-tee continued, “Combat Engineers RUN to their assignments”. “That’s right soldiers, there will be NO walking on Fort Leonard Wood, every one of you swingin dix will run full speed everywhere you go on this base.” We were beyond horrified. But it was true, and we complained, and grumbled, and we double timed it like nobody’s business. A lot of us were scheduled to go to Fort Benning for jump school after AIT was completed so we were building up our legs for it. When paratroopers land the earth goes, “Oomph!”. We make the body count.
Ft. Leonard Wood was my destination for basic also. 6-7 weeks of basic followed by 6 weeks of AIT- all in the same company with absolutely nothing changing from week 1 to week 13. Pretty much 13 weeks of basic. Combat Engineers but a 12C or Bridge Crewman. We marched everywhere and didn’t think much of it except it sometimes sucked more than others. Hated marching in the rain. Its all part of it and I enjoyed marching on graduation day as it was time to go. Destination Ft. Carson which was pretty good duty. One thing that stands out to me is that all of the DI’s in basic were Viet Nam vets except one. They were a badass group and well respected by most.
North Korea got there first!
Aw, crap – would not embed. Here is the link:
`https://youtu.be/QbC6dLG_dQY
Navy Fed 1976, San Diego. Thank god I went for beards, and bell bottom pants. Got a very stylish haircut, of our choice, asked to keep mine a bit long on top. We spent hours on the Grindr dropping 03a3 inoperable rifles. “ guess they didn’t quit trust us”.
Woke when we wanted, didn’t shave if we didn’t feel like it. Leisurely strolled to the chow hall, where gourmet meals were cooked to order. Lounged about drinking coffee idle chitchat. Oooo around 10:00 we strolled to the parade ground where we worked on our dance moves. Or crisp logical responses to requests barked by company commanders in their dress whites.
A wonderful time, my favorite was watching marines climb over the wall from USMC land to Sailorville. Apparently these gentleman had a change of heart, really wanted to be Sailors.
Concerts every night, lights out at our leisure. My absolute favorite moment is when the SEAL recruiter arrived, all four ft six of him. I thought he was a midget. A midget with super powers. And tried to convince us, we needed to run faster, further, and swim miles in that dam Pacific Ocean for a year. I’d have gone, but I don’t like sand in my crotch, and a year seems like a long time.
I remember graduating, was at the airport, taking a leak in the “ head” when a marine turns and says, hey sailor, in the Corps they taught us to wash our hands after we pee, without missing a beat, I responded, well in the Navy they taught us to not pee on our hands,,,,, have a great day devil dog.
Pretty clever of me. I walked out with a swagger. Got to Lakehurst NJ, for school, only to be afflicted with hep A, later learned pretty much the entire training cycle caught Hep A. Off to the Phili Medical center we’re I woke up, on the sixth floor, in really bad shape.
Yea a great start to my naval career.
End of the day, I should have joined the Air Force.
Dirk
Thank you,Mr V,and you as well,Mr Sensing. Both videos are absolutely awesome. Best use of Stayin’ Alive,ever.
Never understood the appeal of the goose-step. Seems it would be hard on soldiers’ knees.
On a side note,according to Greg Kelly of Newsmax,Gen Mark Milley and the then Richard Levine attended Belmont Hill high school in Massachusetts in 1975-76,and played football together.
In a sane world,American Soldiers,Sailors,and Marines would be allowed to goose-kick Milley and the farcical “ Admiral” all the way to Gitmo.
The Soves look gay with the punch 2/2 steps and the smily faces. But those white skirts look handy to the upper ranks, I suppose.
Goose-stepping to “Stayin’ Alive”! Exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcellent! My wife’s a BeeGees fan. I was in the AF, and had eight years in the AF Underground (33 holes in the ground), the big holes in Arizona and the small ones in Missouri), and only one of each remains as historical sites. There are some others scattered about.
Back around the middle of the last century strolling with a group of fifty or so guys around Ft. Benning, I was leading a Jody cadence: Ain’t no use in lookin’ back, and of course the other gentlemen cheerfully repeated AIN’T NO USE IN LOOKIN’ BACK etc. and following each ‘verse’; Am I right or wrong with the others replying YOU’RE RIGHT! Followed by sound off 1,2,3,4 etc.
Excepting the time I got a wee bit distracted and with the wrong foot forward my shouted Am I right or wrong got a resounding reply that I’m sure reverberated throughout of the fort; YOU’RE WRONG!!!
When my son was in the boy scouts we all took the CPR classes. The instructor used the BeeGees “Staying Alive song” to show us the beat for chest compressions.
Drill goes back to the days of pike squares and infantry companies marching into the guns, together. Doing it coordinated resulted in fewer deserters. And today, it turns out to be a cheap way of teaching teamwork, proper response to orders, and a feeling of camaraderie when it works right. All you need is a mostly flat surface and a loud voice.
And if you’re marching in formation, even at At Ease, March, you’re not playing grab ass and embarrassing the drill instructors, or getting hit by cars as you move the flight or company or squadron or whatever around the base.
Plus, you get to sing often rude songs at high volume. Can’t beat that.
Drill might even go back further, to the days of Marius (157 – 86 BC) when he reformed the Roman Army. Roman military drills were called “bloodless battles” and battles were called “bloody drills”.
A good point, Mike. At their peak of training they could move fast, strike hard and withdraw as needed. And, they built a fort to sleep in every night.
Yes, but what Jodys get sung on base nowadays? First, they banned out barracks style dirty march Jodys, and now I suppose they can’t ban them if they’re gay.
“My boyz got everything…”
Damn my sarcasm; I’ll lose sleep over that awful lyric tonight. Cringes
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