It’s time to get up! It’s time to get up! It’s time to get up in the morning!
I hate the word reveille. In our vernacular it means to get up and out of bed. Particularly I hate the word reveille said three times in a row, as in: reveille, reveille, reveille! Most of the time it is announced like that by a vengeful Marine who has lost sleep because he was on the duty roster. He pays everyone back by obnoxiously bellowing this word over and over again.
Here is how you normally hear it announced by some spring butt morning person who has taken it as his personal responsibility to inflict this unbearably banal word on his fellow Marines:
“Reveille, reveille, reveille gents! Reveille, reveille!”
The enthusiasm this particular clown infuses the announcement with is enough to make me want to punch his liver out and kick it around on the deck. Want to know what I have found gets more of a positive response than giddily screaming “reveille” like high school cheerleader?
“It’s 05:30… Get up!” Amazing.
As a young Marine I was assigned fire watch one night for some imagined infraction (I was guilty). My company was out in the field and the next day we were to conduct a number of fire and maneuver ranges. America’s Lance Corporal was instructed to come find his Staff Sergeant at 0300 and report for fire watch.
I was particularly ticked off at the perceived in justice of it all and at 0300 I approached every tent containing a Staff NCO and woke up everyone inside “looking” for my SSgt. After finally finding him in the last tent I looked in (imagine that) I was instructed to man my post and sound reveille for the company at 0530.
Promptly at 0530 that morning I filled my lungs and roared: “It’s 05:30 Charlie Company! Time for Uncle Chesty’s Fun Hour! Where you too can be a winner!”
I was never assigned to sound reveille again.