Reveille

Here is our schedule of duty.

Reveille beats at sunrise, when we turn out in answer to roll call.

Then comes the breakfast call.

At nine o'clock is guard mount.

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Reveille by Ray L. Hough, Private, M.D. Read by John Greenman for LibriVox.org. Reveille.

Get up! get up, you sleepy-head! And grab your socks and trow Get up! get up! get out of bed! You're in the army now.

Get up! get up, you carrion beast! Get up and dig for chow It doesn't matter what you think You're in the army now.

But then his number came up, and he was gone with the draft.

He's in the army now, a-blowin' Reveille.

He's the boogie, boogie bugle boy of Company B.

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam.

It really brought him down because he could not jam.

The captain seemed to understand because the next day the captain went out and drafted the band.

And now the company jumps when he fits Reveille.

He's the boogie, boogie bugle boy of Company B.

Give, and receive through a mist of tears the blessing of a little child.

Reveille by Ray L. Huff Private, M.D. Read by John Greenman for LibriVox.org Reveille.

Get up, get up, you sleepy head, and grab your socks and trow.

Get up.

Read for LibriVox.org. Low in the eastern sky the breaking light Pales in the vault of heaven the morning star, Presaging me the dying hour of night, And that the twilight gray is not afar.

For night is slowly changing into morn, And through the gloom the forms of ships appear; Across the arm below, the bugle-horn Reveille's call brings to my listening ear.

No other sound is on the morning air To echo back from hills and dales around; No home has man, no beast has here lair, And desolation seems to own the ground.

Save me, who sit beneath an aged elm, Which some one's home at Richmond once did grace, Ere fell misfortune did it overwhelm, And left this tree alone to mark the place.

I credit a lot of the discipline I have, the work ethic I have, a lot to my dad.

I was a kid who got Saturday mornings woken up with a bugle playing Reveille.

My brother and I had to go out and do yard work on Saturday mornings.

We weren't sleeping in.

Because the next day the cap went out and drafted a band.

And now the company jumps when he plays Reveille.

He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.

Let's go back to hospitals, it seems to be.

An ordinary army private, built from the army's own manuals rather than any single man's story.

From the first call of Reveille before dawn to the last check of the bulletin board before lights out.

Seven parts, one for each stretch of the day.

Before dawn, the morning's training, a day on the road, a midday meal, an afternoon of staying well, an evening of pay and small pleasures, and finally, night.

Let the day begin.

Part One Before Dawn US War Department Soldiers Handbook FM 21-100-1941 Before dawn, the day began the same way in nearly every camp.

At first call for Reveille, a soldier was expected to turn out promptly, see to his toilet, and make up his roll and pack.

Breakfast came next, and afterward he was allowed ten or fifteen minutes to finish packing before the day's work began.