I sure hope I correctly titled this performance. I honestly did not hear their introduction and I sorta guessed at title after I went to YouTube and saw similar video. Am I right? I was wishing I knew the exact identification of this platoon so I could put in title and recognize them.
Also, those boys (I guess I call them boys because I am 44 years old and they're kids to me), I mean men had to be hot. It was at least 100 degrees on the field. Hot and humid night in Phoenix. Taking that into consideration, WOW, they really kicked a$$.
You did, and you're actually "more correct" than most - most people call them the Silent Drill "Team," but the Marine Corps knows them as the SD Platoon.
Unless they've changed the recruitment criteria, the marchers are certainly all "boys" (to me, too). They recruited us directly from Infantry Training School (now the School of Infantry), which we attend right after boot camp. So everyone there is 18-20, probably. SDP selects marchers from the other platoons, and while guys like me were only assigned there 2 years, then sent to the fleet, the SDP guys had the option to stay longer.
Hot: I remember doing funeral ceremonies at Arlington and it being so hot that you would sweat through the wool blouse and turn your white belt a sickly shade of yellow. In the winter you got snot running down your face and over your chin, then freezing, so pick your poison

. Of course, that's nothing compared to what "real" Marines were doing out in the fleet - or later, in the desert. But complaining is good for the soul, right?
One of those winter ceremonies in '87 was when we buried Colonel Gregory "Pappy" Boyington, Medal of Honor winner and former Commanding Officer of the "Black Sheep Squadron." Still remember it to this day.
Coupla pics, some from back in the day, some from our recent reunions. The headstone at Arlington belongs to Rene Gagnon, one of the Iwo Jima flag raisers. Also took a photo of my buddy Dave (not sure why it's black and white) talking to retired Colonel John Ripley, who won a Navy Cross in Vietnam for swinging hand over hand underneath the Dong Ha bridge while under fire, so he could wire it with explosives before a North Vietnamese tank division could cross.
I wish I knew who the old salty Marine was that graciously allowed us to have a group photo with him. He had so many Purple Hearts that he was lucky to still be above ground.