Opinion: Military Game – RMC Rugby

Military Game – RMC Rugby

LCol (ret) RJ Jarymowycz

Rugby has generated a compendium of pseudonyms – from “organized violence” to “a barbarian game played by gentlemen.” It is particularly at home in the military. While a Rugger Fifteen is apropos at the Combat Arms School in Gagetown, it is certainly a vibrant part of a military seminary. Nestled on the shores of a great lake, the Royal Military College has been described by one its more famous graduates as “a parochial college on the banks of the Cataraqui” (Prof Emeritus Desmond Morton, of McGill). In fact, RMC fields a valiant collective of brave hearts ready to do battle with the thugs and bullies of the gigantic universities scattered across Ontario and Quebec. But Brobdingnagian sides and Thermopolyian odds are bagatelle for any intrepid Fifteen. More important, this is a game that is perfect for any war college. As in the profession of arms, Rugby requires physical courage. It features decision making at speed, analysis and demands precision under pressure,

The Navy takes pleasure in it because its officers often think of themselves as flashy Russell Crowesque doppelgangers, about to repeat Master and Commander. Save for the last 15 meters, Rugby often resembles the fleet battle, or manoeuvre by armour in the desert: terrain means little for it comes and goes – with the exception of the enemy port (the goal line). As in naval tactics, occupying area is moot. It is all manoeuvre against the enemy fleet: foxing it through clever sweeps then closing to come aboard and drive the foe from its quarter deck (the enemy scrum, over the ball). Rugby’s classic simplicity appeals to the essence of naval tactical psyche: the world is flat, everything is a target, and a good wind helps your game. Innate piratical deportment further beguiles the primordial soul of the Rugby player.

The Air Force enjoys Rugby because it allows sorties, individual tests as well as manoeuvre by fulsome Wings. Airfolk are besotted by sweeps along the flanks or acrobatic dogfights through areas full of bandits. Duelling against oppos allows for the individual creativity that silk-scarved pilots crave. And of course, scoring the elusive Try offers the glory of demonstrable victory. Players will passionately discuss, over appropriate beverages, the benefits of an attack that is scrum-centered vs. a cavalier war of airborne assault via vertical envelopment and the indirect approach: field goals, kicking “up and unders” (the Gary Owen), grubbing, and deft passes to wingmen…err, wing persons.

The Army likes to claim Rugby as particularly its own. There are certain similarities to the infantry battle: the trenches of the Scrum, the grinding close quarter combat designed to wear down the foe physically but mostly psychologically. It is a symbiotic combination that features the intimate support of the Backs for the grunting Forwards. The bruised, weary Scrum forms the bulwark, the keystone of any rugby team and is the soul of success. The Backs are market capitalists, a free-spirited romping pride that seeks quick Trys via élan and dash. The Scrum, or Pack, marches up to hold terrain won, though usually it conquors ground in short, violent assaults and battering-ram shocks that crack the foundations of the enemy scrum. In the end, the Back/Forward coalition produces victory through sacrifice, grit and a marriage de raison. Total dominance and achieved through a complex assortment of tactics. When the British Army finally created an Armoured Division in 1940 (in emulation of the successful panzer formations of the other side) the first training pamphlets produced by MOD explained the unit’s operations as “a rugby side… the forwards pinning and attacking like the infantry, the backs as the armour sweeping through and creating chaos in the rear areas…both groups supporting one another.”

Glory in Rugby is unrestricted and egalitarian; scoring is uncomplicated: simply pluck the ball from any snarling pack of forwards and cross the goal line. And it is that classic simplicity that inspires an oeuvre of rococo tactics and vogue. The distinct style of the rugby uniform is internationally distinguished and slavishly copied by civilians in leisure mode. A club uniform, like any military accoutrement, is jealously guarded – the right to wear it must be earned on the pitch. Alas, modern teams have been misled by those with muffled taste for tradition. The bold stripes or harlequin jerseys are less seen in favour of genteel collections from Coco Chanel. Some Rugby teams look more like badminton clubs. But in the end, red stains and dirt hide the worst fashion statements. Much like the venerable Royal Tank Regiment motto, the Rugby team strives for triumph via the auld mode: “From Mud, through Blood to the Green Fields Beyond.”

[Inspired after watching the RMC Paladins defeat Concordia University in March, 2011…]



  • OCdt. RTD Spiller

    April 4, 2011 at 12:12 am


    Thank you for supporting the RMC Paladins at Concordia University in March. As a player and member of the team, your words inspire me and any of my teammates that will read this article. I’m happy that you got a chance to see us succeed and come together as a team. When any ex-cadets take time watch our games, our battles to put it lightly, it makes us proud.

    We would love to have a chance to talk to you. Please don’t ever hesitate – and we won’t either; hoping to see you at a future game or venue.

    -OCdt. Spiller

  • Col (ret'd) CS Oliviero

    April 4, 2011 at 10:46 am

    Col Jarymowycz does his usual eloquent job of describing this example of “la petit guerre” between bravehearts. Well done, sir.

    Congratulation to our First Fifteen.


  • LCol (retd) Wyn van der Schee

    April 4, 2011 at 5:08 pm

    A very imaginative, creative, and original take on the game, Roman. As one who attended CMR for three years before coming to RMC, I was envious of my “Roadent” class mates who learned and played the game for two years before coming to RMC, and watched their games with a mixture of awe and admiration. You make a good case for preferring the game to its more rule-driven and slower-paced North American descendant, football. And girls play it too!

  • Gary Moore, '72

    April 5, 2011 at 12:09 am

    Love the description and have passed it on to my five rugby playing children (including 3 girls!). It’s the one sport we all have played. I especially enjoyed the comment on the devolution of the jersey, as my oldest son and I are currently designing the jersey for my youngest daughter’s high school team (of which he is the coach and I his assistant coach and team manager). We shall not look like any badminton team! I should also note that our team has the highest participation of all the school’s sports, outdoing even the football team with its platoons of specialists.


  • 4588 Bob Kompf

    April 5, 2011 at 4:04 pm

    Such a profusion of language, metaphor, motto and image!! Beware other-worlders. It is not entirely true that, “You can always tell a rugby forward . . . . but not much!!

    I played gridiron football at RMC . I didn’t start rugby until several years after leaving and it was certainly a freeing of spirit, even for a member of the scrum. No (or few) stoppages. Get up off your back and get into the game! I later found a T-shirt at RMC that told the world, “Rugby players are the scrum of the earth”. All I can now add (to fuel a bit of fun) is the self evident truth,


  • Joe Young

    April 8, 2011 at 8:11 am

    Dear Sir or Madam,

    All four of my children play or have played Rugby. My son Eric, a first year cadet plays for the RMC Paladins. I was fortunate enough to see several games this year.

    The writer very eloquently expresses the beauty of the game. He misses one of the most crucial aspects that may have declined especially at the University level.

    When the games ends no matter who won or who lost, the battle is over. You hug your team, you shake hands with the opponents and you remove yourself to the home team’s clubhouse and buy your opposite number a beer. No brawls after the game. It is all settled on the field. As they often say it is a Gentleman’s Game played by thugs.

    If you cannot do that you cannot play Rugby.

    Thank you for the opportunity to comment. I was extremely proud to see the RMC Paladins play this year. They did their service and their school proud.


    Joe Young (Eric’s Dad)