I was stationed in Germany with the 3rd Armored Div in 1976. There is a 100 mile march held every year near Nijmegan Holland called the "four days", the Vierdaagse. Something like 300,000 people attend and there is a catagory for Military teams and units from all over the world attend. Here is a link about it:
International Four Days Marches Nijmegen - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
As 1976 was America's Bicentennial, someone decided to enter 50 American teams, one for each state of the Union. A competition was held within all divisions in Europe and even back in the states to select the final 50 teams chosen to represent America.
For three months April through June, it was my duty to speed march 15-25 miles a day, 5 days a week. We could march, in step and singing jody cadence, 25 miles in 5.5 to 6 hours daily. My team was chosen as one of the 50 to go.
The event is like Fasching and Marti Gras all rolled into one! There is celebration and dancing all over Nijmegan during the entire time. We would do the days march then head to town to dance and party until bed check!
We filled our ammo pouches with jump wings, unit insignia, qualification badges, etc to hand out to the kids that would run out and hold our hand and run to keep up for 100 years or so. Every village we passed was lined with cheering crowds.
On the final day, at mile 95, we returned to base camp to change into clean khaki uniforms and bloused boots (even if not Airborne). Each team carried the National Colours as well as a state flag.
I was 34 at the time and had met a young Dutch girl at one of the evening events. I was NCOIC of my team. There were 6 or 7 flag rank officers in the reviewing stand and we had been told it wouldn't be proper to be loaded with flowers when we went past! The entire final 5 miles packed with people, it was like marching through the RedSea of people! Somehow, out of all the units there, the young girl recognised me, ran out to give me a bunch of flowers. I carried them until it was near time to do "Eyes Right" when I dropped them in the street. As we cleared the reviewing stand, a middle-aged Dutch woman followed me and returned the flowers to me!
The appreciation of the Dutch people cannot be overstated! It was a very memorable event for me, one that I'll never forget. I still have my medal and I'd like to go back and do it again some day... as a civilian, at route step and wandering speed!
