Drill Sergeant: Platoon, ten-hut! At ease. This – is – your – rifle, you SOB’s.
For the rest of your time here you will clean your rifle every day.
You will go to the latrine with your rifle. You will sleep
with your rifle. Your rifle is your friend. You WILL take care of it,
because one day your rifle will save your sorry asses!
Do - you - understand – me you apes?
Platoon (shouts in unison): Yes, Drill Sergeant!
Drill Sergeant: Platoon, ten-hut! Right, face. Forward, march.
This is my rifle, this is my gun.
This is for fighting, this is for fun.
A soldier’s rifle is a tool that any fool may use
but when it comes to life or death it’s definitely time to choose.
When I was in the army we cleaned our rifles well
‘cause we knew one day we’d have to shoot the enemy all to Hell.
Sound off…one, two…
But since my term of service I’ve learned a thing or two
‘bout the difference ‘tween a rifle an’ a gun and what they’re made to do.
A rifle’s d’rect fire makes it very good indeed
when the enemy’s comin’ ta kill ya with all good haste and speed.
Sound off…one, two. Sound off…three, four…
A gun’s another animal of a totally different stripe
it shoots its projectile in a curve to do it’s duty right.
A soldier nev’re confuses a rifle with a gun
his rifle is for fightn’ and his gun is jus’ for fun.
Sound off…one, two. Sound off…three, four.
Sound off… one
One two, THREE FOUR!
Chuck Connors, October 23, 2007