“This we’ll defend” such a simple phrase, but this motto has continued to push the Soldiers of the United States to push harder and longer against overwhelming odds. Since the creation of the Army by the Second Continental Congress on 14 June 1775 those proud enough to call themselves Soldiers have evolved continuously to face all enemies on the land no matter where the battle they have faced it learned and adapted to be a force with an unbreakable will to win. The Army has been a force that has turned the tide of battle in many wars from the Revolutionary War to the European theater of World War Two. This force was the sword and shield for liberty that all had claimed from the tyranny of the crown forged in fires of valley forge. Shaped over and over again in wars spanning 244 years. Their might and prowess hardened in the beach they tore from evils claws in 1944.
The army has been lead and; put out some of the greatest generals of all time with people like George Washington, Douglas MacArthur, Omar Bradley, and George Patton. Though it has also had its not so stellar leaders such as Custard and his last stand. A legacy expanding generations through families, races, and genders once you’ve taken an oath of enlistment and giving all you have entered into a unique family one that does not see anyone as different than another they are all equal all willing to do all they could for the other. The soldier’s creed is how the American soldier lives up to their motto.
The most significant part of the army is the infantry the queen of battle. This is also what most civilians this everyone in the army is most don’t realize the intricacies of the Army and the different jobs each solder can do and how much everything is dependent upon the diverse MOS (Military Occupation Specialty/ies). Though Grunts (Infantrymen) are very anti POG (Person other than Grunt/ derogatory name given to any personal other than a infantry). This family rivalry is very entertaining to those who understand the dynamic and loses those that don’t.
The seven significant facilities of the Army include the infantry the filled artillery air Defense artillery armor aviation Corps of Engineers special forces. The infantry is the driving force behind major prolonged land offensives. They are trained to service in non friendly environments and against overwhelming odds to defend each other. The field artillery the king of battle is placed well behind friendly lines to bombard enemy encampments and lines.
The Infantryman’s creed “ I am the Infantry. I am my country’s strength in war. Her deterrent in peace. I am the heart of the fight … wherever, whenever. I carry America’s faith and honor against her enemies. I am the Queen of Battle. I am what my country expects me to be… the best-trained soldier in the world. In the race for victory, I am swift, determined, and courageous, armed with a fierce will to win. Never will I betray my country’s trust. Always I fight on…… through the foe, to the objective, to triumph over all, If necessary, I will fight to my death. By my steadfast courage, I have won more than 200 years of freedom. I yield not to weakness, to hunger, to cowardice, to fatigue, to superior odds, for I am mentally tough, physically strong, and morally straight. I forsake not….. my country, my mission, my comrades, my sacred duty. I am relentless. I am always there, now and forever. I AM THE INFANTRY! FOLLOW ME!
The creed of artillery soldier.
I am the Artillery, King 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 suppressed, the hope for the future. Where the fighting is thick, there am I…
I am the Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
I was there from the beginning, meeting the enemy face to face, the 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 Artillery! DEPEND ON 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 Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
I was with Scott at Vera Cruz… hunted the guerrilla 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 Artillery! DEPEND ON 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 Artillery!
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 Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
A generation older at Bataan, I briefly bowed, but then I vowed to return. I 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 Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
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 I hopped… hit the beaches and chopped through swamp and jungle… I set the Rising Sun. I am the Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
In Korea, I gathered my strength around Pusan… swept across the frozen Han… outflanked the Reds at Inchon… and marched to the Yalu. Withdrew in the face of Chinese hoards in winter’s deep freeze and stabilized the line at the 38th guaranteeing freedom’s ring to South Korea. DEPEND ON 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 Artillery. DEPEND ON ME!
Around the world, I stand… ever forward. Over Lebanon’s sands, my guns 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 Artillery! DEPEND ON ME!
My artillery pieces… on the wings of power… keep the peace worldwide. And despots, falsely garbed in freedom’s mantle, falter…and hide. My ally in the paddies and the forest…
I teach, I aid, I lead. DEPEND ON 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 Delta of Vietnam, to the Caribbean… and onward to the Persian Gulf… the King of Battle! DEPEND ON ME!