They teach you that one in boot camp. One day they bring you to the training rubber and teach you the combat roll. You roll, stand up, yell Marine Corps, do it again. You just roll and roll and roll. It’s dizzying, you’re covered in little bits of rubber. It feels pointless.
Until, one day you’re getting your weekly head shaving. You’ve already gone, but Recruit Ahearn is coming out. You are instructed to run everywhere, so he’s running, but missteps off the curb, and as he goes down, he peforms an absolutely flawless combat roll. Regardless, drill instructors come up and start losing it on him, unintelligible yelling followed by “aye sir” over and over, until eventually one DI says “What did you do wrong?” And Ahearn says “This recruit doesn’t know, sir!” And the DI gets into his face, real close, real quiet, and says “You didn’t yell Marine corps.” And then proceeds to tell “Now do it again!” and makes Ahearn do combat roll after combat roll off the curb, yelling Marine Corps, until we were all done getting haircuts. All 63 of us.
I’d like to learn how to somersault 300 metres like that dude floating
They teach you that one in boot camp. One day they bring you to the training rubber and teach you the combat roll. You roll, stand up, yell Marine Corps, do it again. You just roll and roll and roll. It’s dizzying, you’re covered in little bits of rubber. It feels pointless.
Until, one day you’re getting your weekly head shaving. You’ve already gone, but Recruit Ahearn is coming out. You are instructed to run everywhere, so he’s running, but missteps off the curb, and as he goes down, he peforms an absolutely flawless combat roll. Regardless, drill instructors come up and start losing it on him, unintelligible yelling followed by “aye sir” over and over, until eventually one DI says “What did you do wrong?” And Ahearn says “This recruit doesn’t know, sir!” And the DI gets into his face, real close, real quiet, and says “You didn’t yell Marine corps.” And then proceeds to tell “Now do it again!” and makes Ahearn do combat roll after combat roll off the curb, yelling Marine Corps, until we were all done getting haircuts. All 63 of us.