We show up to train, we obey an order without question, we treat our peers with respect. Yes sirs and no sirs exit our lips, and nothing else. Instructors drill us on the importance of punctuality. Arriving late does not happen unless we already informed a staff member of the reason for the impending tardiness. While at the building, drummers always carry their drumsticks and fifers always carry their fifes. Members learn the assignments thoroughly. Perhaps most importantly, we learn a respect for the history of the Corps and the period of history we portray.
Quasi-military discipline levels often shock outside observers, but to us they merely facilitate excellence in our performances. Pride in playing an instrument for its own sake almost takes us over unawares. Knowing it came from our recruit year instructors makes it no less easy to explain. Regardless, the pride exists. Complex musical theory, syncopated rhythms, precise drill, and complicated tunes excite us. Challenges regularly pale in comparison to our frequent practice. Any idea of fun meshes with our ideal of