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The Nation itself. |
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World Wide Service. |
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Proud sea traditions. |
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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.
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This is My Rifle |
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There are many like it, but this one is mine. |
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My rifle is my best friend. |
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It is my life. |
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I must master it, as I must master my life. |
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My rifle, without me is useless. |
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Without my rifle, I am useless. |
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I must fire my rifle true. |
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I must shoot straighter than my enemy |
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who is trying to kill me. |
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I must shoot him before he shoots me. |
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I will . . . |
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My rifle and myself know that what counts |
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in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise |
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of our bursts, nor the smoke we make. |
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We know that it is the hits that count. |
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We will hit . . . |
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My rifle is human, even as I, because it |
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is my life. |
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Thus , I will learn it as a brother. |
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I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, |
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its parts, its accessories, its sights, |
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and its barrel. |
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I will ever guard it against |
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the ravages of weather and damage. |
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I will keep my rifle clean and ready, |
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even as I am clean and ready. |
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We will become part of each other. |
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We will . . . |
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Before God I swear this creed. |
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My rifle and myself are the defenders |
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of my country. |
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We are the masters of our enemy. |
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We are the saviors of my life. |
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So be it, until victory is America's, |
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and there is no enemy, |
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but Peace! |
| e-mail: | bascombe@usmcmbkm.com |