This is my HEST. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My HEST is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My HEST, without me, is useless. Without my HEST, I am useless. I must wield my HEST true. I must wield straighter than my enemy who is trying to eat my brain. I must knife him before he eats me. I will...
My HEST and myself know that what counts in this war is not the knife we wield, the noise of our effort, nor the grunts we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My HEST is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its edge. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my HEST clean and ready and always oiled. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My HEST and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is America's and there is no more Zombies, but peace!
To the United States Marine Corps, God Bless you all, forgive me for having a bit of fun with the Riflemans Creed.........
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