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THE INFANTRYMAN'S CREED


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 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.


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(This came from the Infantry School at Ft.Benning,GA)


THE QUEEN OF BATTLE


"We are members of one of the oldest professions in the history of the world. However, from time immemorial critics, historians and conquerors have looked askance at the lowly foot soldier. Ingenious minds have long endeavored to conceive something to replace us. From the forgotten soul who invented the chariot, to the development of the modern panzer division of tanks, one idea has ruled the trend of war - crush the Infantry. But we have replied - Abela, Crecy, Guadalajara and Stalingrad are ours. We have a heritage that is equaled by none. We do not have the glamour that the public has spread over the Air Corps or the Navy; nor are we a specialized task force as are the Marines. We are - the Doughboy, the Dogface, the Poilu and the Tommy; the men who dig, fight and die; the jack-of-all-trades; the men who must and will win all conflicts. We are the riflemen who proudly wear the crossed rifles, we will surmount all obstacles and all barriers, alone and unaided if need be. For we are - THE INFANTRY."


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RECIPIENTS OF THE COMBAT INFANTRY BADGE WILL ALWAYS BELONG TO A VERY UNIQUE BROTHERHOOD


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THE RIFLEMAN

THE RIFLEMAN FIGHTS WITHOUT PROMISE OF EITHER REWARD OR RELIEF. BEHIND EVERY RIVER THERE'S ANOTHER HILL-BEHIND THAT HILL, ANOTHER RIVER. AFTER WEEKS OR MONTHS IN THE LINE. ONLY A WOUND CAN OFFER HIM THE SAFE CONFORT OF SHELTER AND A BED. THOSE WHO ARE LEFT TO FIGHT ON,EVADING DEATH BUT KNOWING THAT WITH EACH DAY OF EVASION THEY HAVE EXHAUSTED ONE MORE CHANCE FOR SURVIVAL. SOONER OR LATER UNLESS VICTORY COMES, THIS CHASE MUST END ON A LITTER OR IN A GRAVE.
General Omar N.Bradley


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