"How lame," I thought. I guess a good "Ooh-rah!" is beyond them. Too bad.
A good "Ooh-rah!" comes from the gut. You really can't even do it right the first time. It takes a lot of practice. It's liike calling cadence; you start out, "left, right, left, right, left, right, left." And over time, you develop your own thing: "Da-low-righty-low-righty-lefta-righty-laoh."
One's "Ooh-rah!" develops over time.
My personal definition of an "Ooh-rah!" is: "The short, barking laugh of a United States Marine."
I read a book about the battle of Antietam. It might have been "Landscape Turned Red", by Stephen Ambrose. He mentions the Rebel yell, of course, but he also mentions (If I have the right book), the "Manly hoo-rahs!" of the Union Troops. So I would have assumed that today's "Ooh-rah!" stems from that tradition. It's interesting to hear older Marines say they are not familiar.
I just know when a really good feeling wells up inside me, an "OOH-RAH!" usually wants to burst loose right behind it.
Semper Fidelis
Walt