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 suppressed, 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 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
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 I hopped... 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 Delta of Viet Nam, to the Caribbean... and onward to the
Pursian Gulf... the Queen of Battle!

Always ready... then, now, and forever.



~ I am the Queen of Battle ~
~ I am the Infantry ~
~ FOLLOW ME! ~








Play or Stop Music!

Just a reminder!
Airborne is only one part of the Infantry!!

What two weeks?

hey fanta...2 weeks, no way Benning is 3 weeks,and I can respect you
gurnts, y'all real ppl.

But neither you or the airbone get in or out without ppl like me!!!!

hey do you know if cybear is for real or is he just playing soldger.

oh by the way...we are AIR ASSULT OUT OF CAMPBELL

No offense poison, but the Infantry have a lot of ways to get in! The
oldest most used is foot! and IFV! I cant remember exactly when we
jumped into combat! I could never understand why they jump out of that
airplane anyway!
Airborne school teaches them how to jump out of an airplane....
Infantry school teaches them what to do when they hit the ground. where
they are Infantry!

I have a story about 1982, when we were Red forces (3rd ID), and the
82nd jumped into REFORGER, do you want to hear it! ie. there is a reason
they dont jump into combat much anymore!
Choppers will take you there and bring back your shot up body!
so I salute you and all your buddies!
Airborne is a delivery method for Infantry!

I hear you brother...must be infentry b4 you become anything else...

but how far you going back...sure on foot, b4 the days of heli, even
getting to a firebase ur choppered in...u always reach ur objective by
foot...but we get you close

That and walking.. *S*

did you read cybear's we are airbone....

did you read cybear's we are airbone....

Hello!! you have to graduate from BASIC and AIT before you proceed to
Airborne school.So I'm both just for the record .And as far as your
comment poisonflightldr if you had read my folow up comment you would'nt
be questioning my integrity.I ain't no play actor, so show some more
respect,that's is of course if you really are from the military.Peace
Cybear

SALUTE!!!!!!
Airborne Troops have a limited use and even the success they had in WWII
would not have been possible without complete air superiorty and the
rapid advancement of the Infantry that came ashore on Landing Craft!
Now do you want to hear my story about REFORGER 82 or can you pretty
much fiqure it out!!!