The Eagle, Globe and Anchor


Eagle:
The Nation itself.
Globe:
World Wide Service.
Anchor:
Proud sea traditions.


        
        
Marine Corps colors

Red - stands for the Blood we have shed.

Blue - shows the World that we are true.

Gold - shows the World that we are bold.

Green - shows the World that we are lean and mean.

 

Eleven General Orders
  • To take charge of this post and all government property in view.
  • To walk my post in a military manner, keeping always on the alert,
  • and observing everything that takes place within sight or hearing.
  • To report all violations of orders I am instructed to enforce.
  • To repeat all calls from post more distant from the guardhouse than my own.
  • To quit my post only when properly relieved.
  • To receive, obey, and pass on to the century who relieves me all orders from the Commanding
  • Officer, Officer of the Day, and officers and noncommissioned officers of the guard only.

  • To talk to no one except in the line of duty.
  • To give the alarm in case of fire or disorder.
  • To call the corporal of the guard in any case not covered by instructions.
  • To salute all officers and all colors and standards not cased.
  • To be especially watchful at night and, during the time for challenging, to challenge all persons
  • on or near my post, and to allow no one to pass without proper authority.


This is My Rifle

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 must 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 my 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 war is not the rounds we fire, the noise

of our bursts, 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 weaknesses, its strength,

its parts, its accessories, its sights,

and its barrel.

I will ever guard it against

the ravages of weather and damage.

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!


e-mail: bascombe@usmcmbkm.com