Battle Cry Page #2

is the best outfit in boot camp.

Dear

Ten weeks have passed,

and tomorrow we finish boot camp.

We hope we can stick together

and go to radio school from here.

Man, this living in tents

behind closed gates is tough on me.

I can't even remember what a woman looks like.

It's tougher on me.

I can remember.

I'm gonna kill that Beller, I'm gonna

rip him apart with my bare hands.

- Tell us your side of the story.

- They got a picture tonight about Marines.

And I hate pictures about Marines.

I thought it was a cowboys-and-lndians picture.

I know that picture, cousin.

This here Marine private gets a set of dress blues...

Yeah, The Real Marine.

Isn't that the one where the broad

flips her lid for the private?

That's it.

He's a Marine because his daddy was a Marine.

He hates the Corps, but learns to love it just like we do.

Ends up saving the life of his drill instructor.

- What a dumb jerk.

- Know what that stupid Beller says to me?

He says, "Private Jones, the Marine Corps

says you all got to be entertained.

It's good for your morale.

All right, you dumb Yankees,

ain't you ever gonna learn?

Jones, throw out that chest!

Jones, ain't you got no chest?

All right, you dumb Yankees!

Can't you understand

American when it's spoke?

Mr. Christian, 10 lashes for them Yankees!

Lick the deck! Lick the..."

Don't bother me right now, boy.

"I'll make you boys

feel sorry for the day..."

Attention!

Gentlemen, don your buckets.

All right, what are you people?

We're skinheads.

- What?

- Skinheads!

And stupid Yankees too!

And who do you love?

We love our Sergeant Beller!

Yes, sir!

- There's that Indian love call again.

- It's the chow, sarge.

In all my 10 years in the Marine Corps,

this is the first time I've been stumped.

I still don't know who the bird is.

Well, I give up.

All right, take them off.

At ease.

I just came over to tell you skinheads...

...that they're sending

a bunch of you out...

...to radio school.

All right, one more thing.

You're gyrenes now.

And when you pass in review tomorrow...

...and do an eyes right...

...let me hear them eyeballs click.

Just call me Jim.

This was the day.

To a man, their hearts pound,

nearly bursting with pride.

They had paid in sweat, humiliation and

a few tears for the name they now carried.

They were Marines now, and they would be

till the day they died.

This is me, Mac, with the six chevrons.

I'm communicator for this outfit.

Major Wellman, the executive officer.

He gave up an ulcer job in civilian life

for another ulcer job in the Marine Corps.

Little Ziltch, a new kid, the commander's orderly.

And this is Major Sam Huxley, known

throughout the Corps as High Pockets.

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