Take it to the closed boards.


CLASS of '96
P-2 C.O.
Jarhead
President of the Malaysia Aggie Club


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I plead the 5th...

Do what you want, but I'd suggest limiting such tales to the Aggies Only or other such closed forums. You really don't want a bunch of teasips or other such types taking stuff out of context.

Not a bad idea Canyon.
Didn't think of that.



CLASS of '96
P-2 C.O.
Jarhead
President of the Malaysia Aggie Club

The jokes write themselves.

^ so what's your point?

"Sir, not being informed to the highest degree of accuracy........"

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2013 Alabama game Saturday, Sept 14.

Pre-game on Friday 13th early afternoon, bop meets Alabama grad and old pal at his Huntsville, Tx motel.
('Bama pal had flown-in from Birminghan to Houston, rented a car and drove up to Huntsville.)
We drive over together to C/S renewing our friendship and reminising of times together in Germany (after 47 years).

Alabama pal decorated US Army Viet Nam vet (now retired executive with SE Bell).

We arrive on campus fairly early (at Simpson Drill Field for Corps Review). Crowd had not yet fully gathered.

In front of MSC goin' east (and lookin' for a parkin' spot, bop is making slow turn left to the north).
Standing there on the street curb (at the NE corner of Simpson) was a cluster of what looked...like Corps fish.

bop says to bud. "Think I'll give those fish ah littl' jolt with an Ol'Army question."

With window rolled down bop makes eye contact.

bop yells out, "Hey Aggie fish, tell this Alabama grad what's the answer to the fourth fish question."

Now Ags, like-it-had-been-rehearsed and almost instantenously (without batting-an-eye) those five/six fish loudly responded in perfect unison..."SIR, NOT BEING INFORM OF THE HIGHEST DEGREE OF ACCURACY"...etc, etc.

Sure made bop proud (greatly impressed old Alabama grad). bop thanked fish with ah..."Gig'em and Beat Hell Outta Bama."

bop went on to explain to Alabama grad the 1st, 2nd and 3rd fish responses to a Cadet upperclassman's question or statement (as Yes Sir, No Sir, No Excuse Sir...and #4 Sir, Not Being Informed...).

'Bama pal thoroughly enjoyed the Corps Review, game day pageantry and A&M traditions.

However, THAT little fish incident was worth every penny (of the next day $300) bop payed for his Saturday's game ticket.

'Bama grad is now insisting bop come to 2014 Tuscaloosa game (as he and his wife's guest, room, ticket, food and all).

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see some of y'all on the football page... can anyone explain the rift between the Corps and the FTAB? what gives?

Rift, or simply the rivalry that's been going on since 1893?

well, I suppose "rivalry" is a perhaps a better word. however, some of the "rivalry" sounds pretty serious. just trying to get it.

Clarify, please? Are you talking about what you saw while at school, or is there something new popping up?

BQs had much lower PT standards, and different rules. Fish had it much easier, they could walk on the quad, and were generally less intense and less focused on Corps stuff.
At the same time they wore the same uniform (some different brass ensignia, but hard to spot if you didn't know any different)
They also carried briefcases a lot.

Also did I just see Bop speaking about himself in the third person through that whole post?

Reamis thinks that is overplayed. So does Duente Chapman

CLASS of '96
P-2 C.O.
Jarhead
President of the Malaysia Aggie Club

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BQs had much lower PT standards, and different rules. Fish had it much easier, they could walk on the quad, and were generally less intense and less focused on Corps stuff.

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Much has changed in 25 years.

BQ's in the 80's were probably the most physically fit cadets just due to the amount of running and pushups we did on the drill field during the fall.

For example, we were on the drill field from 5-6pm Mon-Thur, and we could typically go thru the drill 3-4 times each day. After each completion of the drill we would sprint back to the north end zone to do the drill again.

The typical punishment or motivational pushup number was 25.

During the spring we would typically have outfit runs that would take us to west campus, north gate area, along the road between Sbisa and Military walk, in front of the systems building, and back down the quad, an easy 5 mile run.

I can promise you our fish didn't have it easy, specifically on the quad or drill field.

I need you to define what corps stuff would be please

Evidently it changed a lot in 5 years if you were class of 87. 25 push-ups ?!?! Whoa surprised nobody got pinched for hazing
We were pushed for at least a class set most times. Then throw in another 30-45 mins of burpies, mountain climbers, flutter kicks etc.
By Corps stuff I mean the games that were played, the whipping out the sounding off, the running ahead to meet an upperclassman you hadn't met before. It was all expected. Might have been different when you were there 5 years earlier, but when I was there from 92-96 BQs were known to have it easy on the Quad. He'll might have been real tough on the BQ field, but it wasn't shown in day to day life on the quad.

CLASS of '96
P-2 C.O.
Jarhead
President of the Malaysia Aggie Club

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Evidently it changed a lot in 5 years if you were class of 87. 25 push-ups ?!?! Whoa surprised nobody got pinched for hazing

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funny you said that. Class sets were the norm in the dorm for crap out sessions until cadet Goodrich died in August of 1984 due to a hazing incident. the 25 pushups on the drill field were to keep you focused on the job at hand.

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By Corps stuff I mean the games that were played, the whipping out the sounding off, the running ahead to meet an upperclassman you hadn't met before. It was all expected.

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That was done in the 80's as well, by BQ's and corps turd alike.

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when I was there from 92-96

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The beginning of class B's to all military events, which continues to this day because it's too hot to wear long sleeves.

Look man, whatever makes you feel better. I don't know what went on before me, but when I was there the Qs were not known for their physical stamina, attention to detail on their uniforms, or being locked on. Everyone in the Corps gave them no respect and there was a reason for it.

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Look man, whatever makes you feel better. I don't know what went on before me but when I was there the Qs were not known for their physical stamina, attention to detail on their uniforms, or being locked on. Everyone in the Corps gave them no respect and there was a reason for it.

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you started this thread and asked for old army stories, and then you digressed into attacking the band, which I was a member of.

Since you are a jarhead you should know that the 1986-87 band commander is currently a Brigadier General in the Marine Corps.

Brigadier General Eric M. Smith
Director, Capabilities Development Directorate

Brigadier General Smith is from Plano, Texas and entered the Marine Corps in 1987 through the NROTC program at Texas A&M University. After completing The Basic School and Infantry Officer's Course, he was assigned to 2nd Battalion, 3rd Marines; participating in Operations Desert Shield / Desert Storm. Following a tour as an Officer Selection Officer, he attended the Amphibious Warfare School and then reported to 2nd Battalion, 2nd Marines for duty as Commanding Officer of Weapons and E Companies. During this tour he participated in Operation Assured Response in Monrovia, Liberia. After a tour as a Marine Officer Instructor at Texas A&M University, he attended the United States Army Command and General Staff Course. The following assignment was as the Naval Section Chief at the U.S. Military Group in Caracas, Venezuela from 2001-2003. From 2003 until 2006, he served in the First Marine Division as the Division Operations Officer; Executive Officer of Regimental Combat Team 1; Commanding Officer of 1st Battalion, 5th Marines; and Assistant Chief of Staff G3. During this time he completed two deployments to Iraq in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Subsequent assignments were as a student at the Marine Corps War College, Senior Aide to the Commandant of the Marine Corps, and Director of the Fires and Maneuver Integration Division at the Marine Corps Combat Development Command. From 2009 until 2012 service included tours in the 2nd Marine Division as the Assistant Chief of Staff G3 and Commanding Officer of 8th Marine Regiment; completing a one year deployment to Afghanistan in support of Operation Enduring Freedom. In June of 2012 he assumed his current duties as the Director for Capability Development.

And another thread derailed into a bq/ct pissing match.

The question was asked why the rift. I answered. I didn't recall seeing a "Redass story" from you, just jumping in on why I felt there was a rift.
Cool that you guys have a general in the Marines, but that doesn't mean the entire band is now all of the sudden kickass and squared away. I was in the Marines with a few guys that were BQs and they were good guys, but again doesn't change what I saw of the Band when I was there.

CLASS of '96
P-2 C.O.
Jarhead
President of the Malaysia Aggie Club

To get the thread back on track, my fish year I always thought the lighter at midnight yell was a myth. Well before one midnight yell most of my buddies had a date so I was determined to get a date. We agreed that when the lights went out, I would jump on my tallest fish buddy's shoulders (I'm short), flick the bic on, and see what happens. Well lights went out, I jumped on his shoulders and all my buddies were screaming "get this fish a date!" Sure 'nuff three rows back a girl calls out for me to get up there. I got down, ran up there and mugged down. The rest is history!...till the next morning lol. Gig 'Em

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Also did I just see Bop speaking about himself in the third person through that whole post?

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You must be new around here. Bop has spoken about himself in third person since TexAgs began back in 1952.

It was really hard to communicate back then because Al Gore (that hard fighting Spec 4 Journalist, who's daddy got him a safe 3 month tour in a bunker in Vietnam..for future political resume purposes) had not invented the internet.

So, I have no idea what's going on in a lot of these posts.....I'll just say that in my day, we BQs were physically fit and militarily hard. We won the Hochmuth cord my fish year (i.e. we wore it as pheads) Our room privileges as fish and pheads were much less than out CT buddies, etc.

That being said, son class of 09 said the BQs were no longer that red@$$. Don't know if it's true, but it makes me sad that it might be. Of course, he was a CT, so there's that.

As far as the rivalry, we were always giving each other grief, sort of like brothers always fighting.....but having each other's back against outside threats.

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We won the Hochmuth cord my fish year (i.e. we wore it as pheads)

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Same for the class of 1987

I agree with CanoyonAg77 that in our day it was a good natured rivalry. I palled around with a lot of the BQ fish, especially the twin Kyle brothers. Was always fun to have a bunch of fish walking together and see an upper classman ahead of us and we'd line up to whip out with one Kyle brother in front and the other in back. When the second Kyle brother would whip out the target would always say (usually fairly gruffly) "You just met me fish Kyle!" After a few "no sirs" the target would look at the rest of us and see the first fish Kyle and realize that he had been set up! It was hard to keep from buzzing the whole time.

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I seem to recall an alcohol induced Butt using his bonfire ax to open a large can of ravioli on the first deck of dorm 10 one dark night. The walls looked like a horror flick for the next few days. Red sauce splattered everywhere.

Bop has been talking in third person on Ag Times for years. Bop it really doesn't make for better story telling.

Stan & Steve Kyle never forget them. Spring of '76 we were in the same dorm with the BQ's. You never knew which was which. Seems like one would drop handles with you & the other wouldn't just so they could screw with you. Howdy Mr Kyle sir!

Not sure about red-ass but fond memories now - Friday you got there off to the MPC for uniforms & a hair cut in the basement of the "C" (school started on Monday), your first yell practice on the quad that night, first outfit beer bust-yes young-uns the upper classmen would take you out and drink, cold beer & bad pizza at Sparkys, Youngblood's on Sunday nights, Mom's Cafe down in Bryan, Dead, Solid, Perfect for the best hamburgers around, meal hounding-never saw blood vessels in my meat until I ate at Duncan, first week one fish bud afraid to go into the hall so he crapped in a shoebox & peed in the sink, Midnight Yell, Christmas Party with grode flicks-we may all be going to Hell for those, steam shower crap outs, afternoon come-bys, an outfit run when a fish bud messed in his pants, Class sets, Quadding-"someone find me the F-ing head waiter I'm tried of eating this s...t, someone has to pay", we never did get Jim Bob Mickler to the quad - Jody was not as much trouble - Wing Commander O'Connor was load too, Comet cleanser bombs (Babo/Draino too) BONFIRE-carrying logs as underclassman & working pulley crews, city boys trying to dip for the first time and watching them turn green & puke, cutting as an upperclassman, ****** outs when the p-head guessed totally wrong & trying not to buzz, fish class stealing all the CO's stuff right down to the monster, piss the BQ's off & they'd change the cadence on you as you passed the review stand, flag detail & my 'ol Lady put the Texas Flag upside down..."FRESHMAN COME BY!", one of our Butt buddies letting his date wear a midnight to a dance before the Waggies had midnights. It only cost a weekend. Throwing the Houston Post to make a little money, Silver Taps, Muster, Guard duty, Edge dressing, boot bands, brasso...

"there is a fine line between red ass and dumb ass fish Jones"

"Highway 6 runs both ways"...and they meant it.

This was well said..."As far as the rivalry, we were always giving each other grief, sort of like brothers always fighting.....but having each other's back against outside threats. EXACTLY! RANKS CLOSED QUICKLY

Yes I'd do it all again.

Stan and Steve were good friends. And I have to tell you, it took well into our butt year before I could reliably tell them apart, and that was being in the same dorm/outfit 24/7.

Two good stories about them, one is that they went home for Christmas break one year and their parents had moved without informing them.

Second, an expression we used a lot which meant "aren't you lucky" was "well, suck your (backside)"

And as well all know too well, it's hard to transition from Corps language to the more genteel language of home.

So Stan is home on break, talking to his mom as she washed the dishes. One slipped out of her hands, and she made a great save, catching it before it hit the floor and broke. Stan, without thinking, immediately said, "Well, suck....." (the whole phrase)

It did not go over well.

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piss the BQ's off & they'd change the cadence on you as you passed the review stand

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In my entire 4 years as a BQ, we never did this once. The problem is that a lot of CTs don't know how to march, and fewer of them know how to march to music. Throw in how we used to do march-ins, with the BQs standing in the middle of Kyle, and you had a mess. The way the music would bounce off the mostly-empty stands, it seemed like it was changing, but it was an auditory illusion.

Add to that, I saw CT outfits with the 1st SGT valiantly calling cadence that was neither in beat nor tempo with the music. Never did figure that one out.


I will admit that for fish day 1974, the Drum and Bugle Corps (known fondly as Beat and Blow) did play a march for marching to Duncan that was, well, challenging to march to.

Theme from movie Viva Max!

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piss the BQ's off & they'd change the cadence on you as you passed the review stand

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Stars and Stripes Forever was the favorite tune for the outfit that farted off the band, especially the slow part

'78 - '82 was a helluva lot of fun. I'll take the fifth as well. Huslin' One.

Whoooahh

I heard some guy actually burned off one of your eyebrows with a can of Right Guard and a match when you were at A&M.

Man,

I would be pissed at that guy.

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I will admit that for fish day 1974, the Drum and Bugle Corps (known fondly as Beat and Blow) did play a march for marching to Duncan that was, well, challenging to march to.

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When I was a Fish in the beat and blow we played a 3/4 piece of music that was a little entertaining to march to. I don't remember what the music was anymore, but there were a lot of Corps guys skipping down the quad on the way to chow.

The B&B sergeant received some "recognition" for that by the zips on Combined Band Staff. I can still see him running the golf course in my mind.

When I was in B&B we played "Cotton Eyed Joe". Corps turds loved that one!

Did a B&B rendition of Hugh Masakala's "The Horse" once for evening chow. It was 4/4 time and you could dance to it. Nice beat.

Universal problem with March In was the speed of sound thing. Meter never changed (Tempo) but the time it took for the sound to get to various parts of the track always was a challenge to non-musical background folks. Doing the RTG thing over the last couple of years I was calling cadence for my group of old geezers within earshot because I knew the beat/tempo of what I was hearing the Aggie Band playing.

Kinda like shooting a M1911 pistol. Some folks can, some folks can't.