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INSTRUCTOR Fort
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INSTRUCTOR Fort
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"Drill
Sergeant Creed "
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I
am a Drill Sergeant.
I
will assist each individual in their efforts to become a highly
motivated,
well disciplined,
physically
and mentally fit soldier, capable of defeating any enemy on today's
modern
battlefield.
I
will instill pride in all I train. Pride in self, in the Army, and in
Country.
I
will insist that each soldier meets and maintains the Army standards of
military bearing and
courtesy,
consistent with the highest traditions of the United States Army.
I
will lead by example, never requiring a soldier to attempt any task I
would
not do myself.
But
first, last, and always, I am an American Soldier. Sworn to defend the
Constitution of the
United
States against all enemies, both foreign and domestic.
I
am a Drill Sergeant.
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Drill
Sgt. David
Ortega "pushin' BCT troops in Splinter City".
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Fort
Ord, located on scenic Hwy 1 about five miles north of Monterey, was
once
home to 25,000 soldiers
and
civilian workers. Founded as a cavalry post in 1917, it became a major
training post during World War II.
Most
recently, Fort Ord was home to the 7th Infantry Div., which inactivated
in 1993.
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I took BCT with the 2nd Platoon of H-3-1 (Headquarters
Company, 3rd Battalion, 1st Training Brigade) at Fort Ord.
I am not in the platoon photo as how I was in the hospital with
Pneumonia. The main significance that this photo has to
me is the
DI. Although I can't remember his name, I know that he was
italian because whenever he started
arguing with another DI ( Mexican
American), he would drop me for push ups to get back at the other DI
because
of my ethnicity. Of course, the Hispanic
DI would drop an Italian in response.
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I am the Infantry--Queen of Battle!
For two centuries I have kept our Nation safe,
Purchasing freedom with my blood.
To tyrants, I am the day of reckoning;
to the suppressed, the hope for the future.
Where the fighting is thick, there am I…
I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
I was there from the beginning,
meeting the enemy face to face, will to will.
My bleeding feet stained the snow at Valley Forge;
my frozen hands pulled Washington
across the Delaware.
At Yorktown, the sunlight glinted from the sword
and I, begrimed…
Saw a Nation born.
Hardship…And glory I have known.
At New Orleans, I fought beyond the hostile hour,
showed the fury of my long rifle…
and came of age.
I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
Westward I pushed with wagon trains…
moved an empire across the plains…
extended freedom's borders
and tamed the wild frontier.
I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
I was with Scott at Vera Cruz…
hunted the guerilla in the mountain passes…
and scaled the high plateau.
The fighting was done when I ended my march
many miles from the old Alamo.
From Bull Run to Appomattox, I
fought and bled.
Both Blue and Gray were my colors then.
Two masters I served and united them strong…
proved that this nation could right a wrong…
and long endure.
I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
I led the charge up San Juan Hill…
scaled the walls of old Tientsin…
and stalked the Moro in the steaming jungle still…
always the vanguard,
I am the Infantry!
At Chateau-Thierry, first over the
top,
then I stood like a rock on the Marne.
It was I who cracked the Hindenburg Line…
in the Argonne, I broke the Kaiser's spine…
and didn't come back 'till is was "over, over there."
I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
A generation older at Bataan, I
briefly bowed,
but then I vowed to return.
Assaulted the African shore…
learned my lesson the hard way
in the desert sands…
pressed my buttons into the beach at Anzio…
and bounced into Rome
with determination and resolve.
I am the Infantry!
The English channel, stout beach
defenses
and the hedgerows could not hold me…
I broke out at St. Lo, unbent the Bulge…
vaulted the Rhine…
and swarmed the Heartland.
Hitler's dream and the Third Reich
were dead.
In the Pacific, from island to
island…
hit the beaches
and chopped through swamp and jungle…
I set the Rising Sun.
I am the Infantry!
In Korea, I gathered my strength
around Pusan…
swept across the frozen Han…
outflanked the Reds at Inchon…
and marched to the Yalu.
FOLLOW ME!
In Vietnam, while others turned
aside,
I fought the longest fight,
from the Central Highlands
to the South China Sea
I patrolled the jungle,
the paddies and the sky
in the bitter test that belongs to the Infantry.
FOLLOW ME!
Around the world, I stand…ever
forward.
Over Lebanon's sands, my rifle steady aimed…
and calm returned. At Berlin's gates,
I scorned the Wall of Shame.
I spanned the Caribbean in freedom's cause,
answered humanity's call.
I trod the streets of Santo Domingo
to protect the innocent.
In Grenada, I jumped at Salinas,
and proclaimed freedom for all.
My arms set a Panamanian dictator to flight
and once more raised democracy's flag.
In the Persian Gulf, I drew the line in the desert,
called the tyrant's bluff
and restored right and freedom in 100 hours.
Duty called, I answered.
I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
My bayonet…on the wings of power…
keeps the peace worldwide.
And despots, falsely garbed in freedom's mantle, falter…hide.
My ally in the paddies and the forest…
I teach, I aid, I lead.
FOLLOW ME!
Where brave men fight…there fight
I.
In freedom's cause…I live, I die.
From Concord Bridge to Heartbreak Ridge,
from the Arctic to the Mekong,
to the Caribbean…
the Queen of Battle!
Always ready…then, now, and forever.
I am the Infantry!
FOLLOW ME!
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