Essays
The Evening Parade
Few experiences have impressed me more than when
I saw the "Evening Parade" at the Marine Barracks in
Washington, D.C. First, I was impressed with the sharp uniform
of the Marines. Each Marine had a white military hat with a black
visor, adorned with the insignia of the Marine Corps, a golden
eagle, globe, and anchor. Their black top coat, bordered with
thin red line, was decked with gleaming brass buttons, medals,
awards, and symbols of rank. They wore black shoes, shined so
well that they looked like black crystal. Contrasting crisply
between the black top coat and shoes, their trousers are immaculately
white. If their uniform looked so impressive, imagine the panoply
of over one hundred Marines!
Now the Marines are ready and one hears two clear rings of the
bell, announcing the commencement of the ceremony. They march
onto the field with such precision that they seem to be only one
man. An order is given to fix bayonets on their rifles. Their
movements are solemn, but firm and they fix their bayonets with
so much unison that one seems to be looking at a display of mirrors.
Once all their bayonets are fixed, one company is chosen to execute
the ceremony. Marching to the center of the field, the company
forms a single file line for inspection. The commanding officer
stops before one soldier who tosses his rifle in the air. As the
rifle makes somersaults in the air, flashing its sharp bayonet,
one hears the spectators suddenly breath with dreadful expectation.
However, the officer catches it with the utmost ease and passivity,
inspects it, and flings it from behind his back. The soldier catches
it and repositions it as if it had never left his shoulder. Then
the officer stands between two soldiers who toss their rifles
both at the same time. Without a flinch, he receives both rifles,
returns them and they begin a military juggling act, involving
great danger on account of the sharp bayonets. All this, however,
is just the beginning and after a few more inspection feats, the
company positions itself to commence the most awe-inspiring part
of the ceremony.
The company executes the "Silent Drill" by forming
two lines which crisscross each other, forming beautiful geometrical
lines and patterns. All the while, the soldiers are doing a whole
array of maneuvers with their rifles. Sometimes they slam the
stocks of the rifle on the ground and other times they spin their
rifles, nearly cutting each other’s noses off! All this
is done without any commands. Each and every soldier must know
precisely what to do, in the risk of being cut or stabbed by a
bayonet. The company continually marches in perfect cadence, while
they slap and slam their rifles all together, making it sound
like great thunderclaps. After a great many "awes" and
"wows", they end the incredible drill and the crowd
returns the thunder of the rifles with the thunder of their applause.
Last, but not least, the ceremony is topped off with the presentation
of the Marine Band and the Drum and Bugle Corps. Dressed in red
top coats, instead of black, the military musicians march with
their shining silver instruments. The most striking instruments
there are two tubas that were designed in such a way that the
player carries it on his shoulder like a bazooka! It is unbelievable
to see how they march back and forth and, yet, play with the best
tuning and quality. If one were merely to listen to their music
and not look at them, one would not be able to perceive that they
were marching. Of course, they play American military marches,
but they also play marches from other countries as well. Changing
from quick step to solemn step, they played "Scotland the
Brave," imitating the chords of Scottish bagpipes. After
they played their whole musical repertoire, they march out of
field, followed by all the Marine units. The lights are dimmed
and the spotlight turned to the very top of the barracks where
there stood a lone bugler sounding "Taps" with his bright
silver bugle. The most impressive military parade ended, but it
forever remains in the memories of all who saw it.
Michael Gorre
School year 1996-‘97
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