Surplus Rifleman's Creed
This is my cosmoline encased rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle will be my best friend once it is cleaned. Not even my best friend will help me clean it.
It is my life and it will take me the rest of my life to clean all the cosmoline out of it.
I must master it as I must master my life and before the cosmoline masters me.
My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. At the moment we are both 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 must clean all the cosmoline out of it before I can shoot anyone.
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 ability to clean this stinkin' cosmoline then 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 as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. Right after I clean out this @#$# cosmoline. 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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