On graduation day, we wore trops with ties (field scarves) for the grand occasion. We were marched over to the parade field and as soon as we were on the blacktop, Sgt. McCollum ordered us to halt and get down for push-ups. Nobody had any idea why. The asphalt was rather hot and our ties dragged the ground with each pushup. My main concern was my spit-shined dress shoes, and I made sure to keep the toes from being scratched. We only had to do about a dozen pushups so it wasn't all that bad but it sure was a surprise.
Thanks to Sgt. Grit for making these communications possible.
Semper Fidelis and oohrah,