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The single "raison d'etre" for Support
Command is the mud-stained, sweet-soaked, battle-hardened line doggie
the boonie rat, the ground-pounder, the crunchie, the dogface, the
grunt, --11B20P.
He needs his mail and an occasional
newspaper. He needs a medic to care for his feet, and a chaplain to
care for his soul. He needs new clothing when the jungle shreds his
old one. He needs weapons and ammunition that work when his life
depends on them; and that means they must work every time. He's a
fighter, and does not have time to worry whether his personnel and
finance records are in order. He considers himself very lucky if he
gets a hot meal once a day. |