I remember getting off the plane, being met by a Drill Instructor, entering a bus that was at full capacity, and upon entering I said something and no response. You could hear a pin drop. Next stop, MCRD. The Drill Instructors told us to put our "collective butts" on the the yellow footprints. Next was a stern lecture as to what was to follow...All Marines know the rest...Semper Fi!!
Platoon 3069 - Year 1969
USMC Enlisted Ranks
|Private No Stripes|
The Rifleman's Creed
There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My rifle, without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than any enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will.... My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit... My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will... Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but Peace........................