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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Gunny Mad Dog Maddux We were hanging out at 3rd Marine Air Wing And we knew we had it good No bloused boot, always soft cover No marching and plenty of food. Then Headquarters in its wisdom Threw a shark into our pool. One look at our new Gunny And we knew this Marine was no fool. Gunny Mad Dog Maddux was his name Came to us from the MPs, But he let us know right off the bat That he wasn't there to please. Hair bristle black with white sidewalls, Tall and straight he stood. And he said when we thought we couldn't He knew d**n well that we could. Said it didn't matter the job Or what our training stood for We owed it to ourselves to do Our best for God, Country and Corps. But more than that, said Mad Dog You have a duty to get it right. Because getting it wrong might mean the life Of the Marine on your left and your right. It's been fifty some years and then some Since Gunny Mad Dog came our way. But I doubt if any of us Have ever forgotten that day. It was right what he taught us then, And living it has opened many a door. "You've got a duty to get it right, Do your best for God, Country and Corps." So here's a toast to our Gunny Mad Dog Gone now for many a year and more, You had a duty, you got it right, For God, for Country, for Corps. by E. Marshall Evans
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