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11-13-2004, 22:57
When I was stationed at various times at FT. Benning, I used to read this all the time. It would always make me remember that what I was doing was not for nothing, and that I had a long line of heros to try my best to live up to. I am sure that most of you have seen this before, but for those who it is

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 oppressed, 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 it 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!

11-14-2004, 09:09
Yep I remember that from my time at the Bennings Boys Club.
Sand Hill class of 90'

11-14-2004, 10:48
I was at sand hill in 1990 also

11-14-2004, 10:57
what tranning unit were you with ?
I was with 3/32 right by the pond and across the field from the
small PX

11-14-2004, 12:48
Hoo-ah!! ^c

I graduated from Basic Training (D-8-2), Harmony Church back in June 1984. Jump School Class 32-85, 43rd Company "Sky Strike" July 1984.

Airborne All the Way and Then Some!! :)

11-14-2004, 14:04
I was in the 1/50 at the top of sand hill above the Santiago Fitness Center, by the top PT Field. I was sort of above and to the right of the duck pond

11-14-2004, 14:17
I got stuck pulling KP for your guys during your phase testing. That is too funny. Well good poem. HOO-AH

alfred guard
11-14-2004, 19:55
I was there to in l963;a ;a

11-14-2004, 20:01
Delta 1/50 July-November 1999

Were we House of Pain or Hell's Kitchen? Can't remember.


As soon as I started to read the poem, some of the words came back to me.

11-14-2004, 20:17
I was in Charlie 2/54. Aug-Nov '96. I heard that poem everyday over the loudspeaker.

11-16-2004, 13:19
Hooah! I just got back from Benning 2 weeks ago, Charlie co. 1/329 at sand hill. Theres no more KP there these days, (darn!)
I recall hearing that poem in some slideshow they showed us in that cold ***** clasroom next to the D-fac.
Not a fan of GA though.;)

11-16-2004, 14:48
There was about a month after I finished my OSUT training where I was waiting to go to Airborne School. They did not know what to do with us, so we just lived in the training barracks in the "Platoon Lounge" The Col. didn't want us hanging around all day, so me and another soldier got assigned to work at the Santiago Fitness Center until we left for Airborne School.

Since we were considered "real" soldiers, they didn't make us do lots of things that we did as recruits. Basically we sat in the office and watched TV all day, and then went to the PX, bought some beer and drank it on the roof of the fitness center at night. We had a Sgt. 1st Class who was the NCOIC of the fitness center who was cool as could be, and a very decorated Infantry Soldier. He would hang out with us on the roof at night and drink beer. After I finished all of my training and did some time overseas, I came back to Benning as part of the Training Cadre..I stopped in to check on the Sgt, and was told that he had stabbed some guy in a bar fight on Victory Drive, and was in jail waiting to be tried. He called me a few months later and told me that they dropped the charges against him.

But, Benning wasn't a bad place at all after you were out of training there. Only one thing that I REALLY did not like about it....the fact that it was 90% male population!

11-20-2004, 19:03
B 2/54 of 94.

11-26-2004, 00:59
I was in C 2-54 in the summer of '96. Just got back from Iraq with the 1st Cav. Made me smile to see your post.

11-26-2004, 11:39
Glad that you made it back! And thank you for your service!!

Central Texan
11-29-2004, 21:51
I was at Benning last year. Graduated 10 July 03 in C 1/38. But I was just BCT, not OSUT.

11-29-2004, 22:45
Congrats! It's still a tough ride! HOOAH!

11-29-2004, 23:04
I love that poem. I put it up on

12-06-2004, 21:38
Originally posted by CarlosDJackal
Hoo-ah!! ^c

I graduated from Basic Training (D-8-2), Harmony Church back in June 1984. Jump School Class 32-85, 43rd Company "Sky Strike" July 1984.

Airborne All the Way and Then Some!! :)

A neighbor:

C-8-2 Grad Aug, 85
Jump School, 87 (I think?) EFMB 90, Air Assault 92, DD214 1993:cool:

12-17-2004, 11:41
Great Poem. I'm not in the infantry, but still like the poem.