JUST ORDINARY MEN. HQ Troop, 1st Airborne Reconnaissance Squadron, 1st British Airborne Division (WW2) - HQ Trp. 1st Airborne Reconnaissance Sqn
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Ceremonial and Parade Duties


Just Ordinary Men are fully versed in the drills and art of Ceremonial Duties.  Parading with gleaming white belts, gaiters and sparkling brasses; we are able to provide a unique and smart presence at any formal, ceremonial or memorial event and will impress dignitaries with our bearing and turn out. 

We have provided Guards of Honour, Gate Sentries, Lined the route to buildings and ..... provided a full colour party and escort with the Kings Colour and Corps Pennant.  In line with military tradition.  Escorts to the colour, where appropriate, parade with bayonets fixed.





Training is of paramount importance to ensure what we do is correct and members are trained extensively in the art of Ceremonial Duties.  All orders are given using the correct terminology for the colour party and escort to the colours.



We may only be re-enactors.  But we are proud of the history and traditions that the colours represent and this is reflected in our bearing and stature when ..... On Parade!




Abide With Me 
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me


The Airborne Prayer….

May the defence of the Most High be above us and beneath,

around and within us

in our going out and our coming in. In our rising up and going down

all our days and all our nights.

until the dawn when the son of righteousness

shall arise

with healing in his wings for the peoples of the World

through Jesus Christ our Lord


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