This is my rifle. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am 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 will. Before God I swear this creed: my rifle and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of our enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.

Hartman: Do we love our beloved Corps, ladies?" Marines: "Semper five, do or die, gung ho gung ho gung ho." Hartman: "What makes the grass grow?" Marines: "Blood, blood, blood." Hartman: "What do we do for a living, ladies," Marines: "Kill, kill, kill." Hartman: "I can't hear you." Marines: "Kill, kill, kill." Hartman: "Bullshit, I still can't hear you." Marines: "Kill, kill, kill."