What is a Snappy Plebe/Cadet ?

POSTURE

Braces up
Eyes looking direct forward
Head erect
clipped mouth
chest out
stomach in
sucks guts
buttocks forward
clipped knees
hands holding bananas properly
fingers joined
thumbs and forefinger aligned with the seam of the trouser
heels together
feet forming 45 degrees angle
hands reaching for the ground

 UNIFORMS

 Properly fitting
Clean uniform
pressed coats (sleeves)
Length of the coat is shorter than the sleeves
Coat covers buttocks
Clean collar clips pinned with three safety pins
Clean pieces cuffs with two safety pins
Pressed pants
Proper length of pants
¾ inches from the ground
Aligned socks
Pants not too tight
Pants not too loose
White pants not creamed or checkered with spots

 WHILE SITTING

 Sits erect
Wings clipped
Knees clipped
Hands on palm down
Stomach in
Chest out
Chin in
Head up

 DURING MESS

 Maintain military posture
Anticipate the needs of his upperclassmen
Serves on time
Well verse on table etiquettes
Knows his lessons in class in case asked
Knows general information
Calls waiter if needed
Knows his upperclassmen
Knows the menu

 FORMATION

 Goes out ten minutes before the first call for every duty
Practice marching and drill
Marches with precision
Knows the drill old and new

 ATTITUDE

 Does not relax with or without his upperclassmen
Does not disregard orders of his upperclassmen
Realizes why he is made to undergo training
Considers his squadmate’s welfare above others
Presence of mind
Has initiative
Does things not at the expense of others
Willingly helps classmates
Not blinded by obstacles that are encountered
Can still laugh it out when things get tough
Conduct himself properly even he is alone
Has Positive Mental Attitude
Abides by RHIP
Resourceful
Prompt and punctual
Holds himself responsible for every action he makes

 BARRACKS

 Trots inside barracks
Greets upperclassmen
Cuts corners
Salutes before making statement
Wins best-best competition(e.i, shoes, locker, and room)
Fixed locker at all times
Shining shoe displays
Sharp cornered bunks
Clean things
Covered books
Well-kept room

 APPEARANCE

 Properly groomed
Hair cut weekly
Properly combed
Clean ears
Clean nose
No hair sticking out of the nose
 Complete teeth especially in front
Shaves
Fingernails cut properly
Looks newly bathed
Never looks like dying
Looks alert
Always ready for inspection.

 DESIDERATA

 Go placidly amidst the noise and haste
And remember what peace there may be in silence
As far as possible without surrender
Be in good terms with all persons
Speak your truth quietly and clearly
And  listen to others, even the dull and ignorant
They too have their story
Avoid loud and aggressive persons
They are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself to others
You may become vain and bitter
For always, there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career
However humble, it is the real possession of the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs
For the world is full of treachery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is.
Many persons strive for high ideals.
And everywhere, life is full of heroism.
Be yourself
Especially do not feign affection
Neither be cynical about love for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as a grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years.
Gracefully surrendering the things of youth
Nurture strength and spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune
But do not distress yourself with imaginings
Many fears are born with fatigue and loneliness
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself
You are the child of the universe
No less than the trees and the stars
You have the right to be there
And whether or not it is clear to you
No doubt that the universe is unfolding as it should
Therefore be at peace with God
Whatever you conceive Him to be
And whatever your labor and aspirations
In the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its shame, drudgery and broken dreams
It is still a beautiful world
Be careful. Strive to be happy.

 ORIGIN OF THE COAL

 Thousand upon thousand of years ago in the Paleozoic era of geologic time, when the climate is humid and rainfall abundant, there flourished in swamps and bogs a luxurious vegetations which was destined to be that priceless heritage- coal. These bags gradually filled with mud that washed into them. The result was peat. During the formation of peats, microorganisms and fungi brought upon the disintegration of the plant tissues. The bacterial action continued until the water become too acidic and arrested the process of decay.

The next step in the formation of the coal involves the movement of the earth in such a way that the peat beds are buried and subjected to pressure. This results in an increased density; a loss of water, carbon dioxide, methane and other volatile substances; and the formation of dehydrated material known as coal.

HOW’S THE SOLDIER

Sir, from the weather – beaten terrains of Babuyan Islands to the streaming jungles of Tawi-tawi, the Filipino soldier stands as the proud guardian of his country and people.

He is the living prototype of all that is noble in the stealth and skill of a black panther stalking its prey, in the killer instinct and fighting heart of sea-borne warriors in the heat of battle, in the courage and determination of a professional prize fighter during a world championship bout and in the chivalry and compassion of a knight-in-shining armor to a fallen enemy.

He is awestruck and dumbfounded by the magnanimous duty that the people has bestowed upon him. The duty that binds the soldier to be the protector of the free, the duty that drives him to endure days without food, traverse all inhospitable terrain, through typhoons and searing rays of the sun, the duty that dislocates his normal life, separates him from his family, live with humble means and simple ways and be the epitome of the ideals of Courage, Integrity and Loyalty. Nonetheless, the irridiscent rays from the Almighty Creator and the undying love of his people gives the soldier the strength of a thousand supernovas not to shirk that duty.

In short and simple language, the Filipino soldier will defend his country and people till his atoms are scattered to infinite void of the universe, Sir!!!

ARE YOU RESIGNING ?

Sir , I came from the land of kings where everyone can do what he wishes. I hiked the plains of Luzon and hurdled the mountains of Baguio just to reach my precious destination, the Philippine Military Academy. Now, I’m here as a plebe, a ducrot to the third classmen, a chicken to the second classmen and a good neighbor to the first classmen. Now are you resigning? No Sir, over the dead and rotten body of Fourth classman (name), Sir.

HOW’S THE FIRSTIE?

Sir, the firstie? He is wondering about the intricate remedies of law, the solution of the debt and credit in  economics, bewildered by the unorthodox strategies of tactics and military history, failing from his structure and design, blown up by the ultramodern weapon of Ordnance, and confused by the by the government set-up of Political Science. In short and simple language, the Firstie say, “ I’m leaving in a jet plane, Sir”. 

BEYOND FORGETTING

For a moment I thought I could forget you.
For the moment I thought I could steal the restless in my heart, I thought the past could no longer haunt me nor hurt me. How I was!
For the past, no matter how distant, is as much as a part of me as life itself. And you are part of that life. You are so much part of me, of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth, and my ambition – that in all my task I can’t help remembering you. Many little delights and things remind me of you.
Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings?
Would the love song, the sweet lovely smile on your face be lost among the deepening shadow?
I wanted to be alone.
I thought I could forget oyu in the silence and in song. And yet I remembered. For who could forget the memory of once lovely, the once beautiful, the once happy world such ours?
I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.
I wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness.
Can’t you understand? Can’t you destine the depth, and the tenderness of my feelings towards you? Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this ever darkness without you?
You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence my dear is the language of my heart. How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speak a more eloquent tone? But perhaps you didn’t understand.
Remember, I came, because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood… until you come to me again.
For you alone can blend music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You alone. 

DEFINITION OF BUKAYO

Sir, if the fresh and tender meat of a matured coconut, cleansed and divestd into  extraneous materials, be grated into fine particles and immerse in the concentrated sugar solution (C12 H22 O11) boiled to the nth degree centigrade, a sticky substance is produced.If the quantity be made into a rectangular brick of a form of a parrallelopiped, the volume of which is ABC minus the circumference of the plebes' mouth will result to Pangasinan's delicacy stored and kept for many days at the back of the locker of the triple timing, boodle-hungry, tremendously- dehydrated plebe. this Sir, is bukayo.

ABSCENCE

how like a winter hath my abscence been from thee pleasure of fleeting year!
what freezing have i felt, what dark days seen,
what old december's bareness everywhere!
and yet this time removed summer's time;
the seeing autumn, big with rich increase,
bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lord's decease:
yet this abundant issue seemed to me
but hope of orphans, and unfathered fruit;
for summer and his pleasure wait on Thee;
and thou away, the very birds aremute;
or if they sing, tis with dull a cheer;
that looks pale, dreading the winter's near. 

HOW’S THE YEARLING

Sir, from the simple handshake of recognition to the rotting days of academics, the yearling is still at a loss under the scrutinizing eyes of the first classmen, the witty jokes of the second classmen, and the extreme laxities of the fourth classmen. The yearling given only a few months of rapid growth will develop into a young cow, Sir.

MY MISTAKEN ECSTACY

Perhaps I love you before but now I realize
How wrong I was to care for you
Maybe it’s time for you to know that
We are not meant for each other.
Yes, I was crazy about you
When the moments of blindness was not yet realized.
Because I thought that you love me
And I love you too…
Love maybe blind but can understand only do lovers try
I adore you in the past years
Yes, I never denied any feelings
But still I was innocent when you came onto my lips
I thought I couldn’t live without you.
Yes, I came to the climax of the dream
The dreams that you and I participated
Yesterday you were my inspiration
Now the world denies my feelings belief
Here I am laughing at myself because of these mistakes.
Anyway you’ll understand that to find these new heartaches is too strange.
I am happy to live without you
To live with someone who loves you so much is so beautiful
But please forget me, hate me…
I shall go in the right way for me, somehow, somewhere
And I don’t care if I’ll be hurt again
I will only raise my head and proudly say;
…that my woman is more wonderful than you are. 

HOW’S YOUR COMBAT BOOTS?

Sir, my combat boots, from the thickest skin of an animal processed by tanning chemicals and great machineries of Joenacs painted black and rich indigo, immersed and the L-shaped footwear commonly called the combat shoes transported as far as Manila to the hills of Baguio to wore on the rugged mountains of Taklang Damulag. My combat boots is soften by the daily use of the relaxing plebes. My combat boots would carry on the thrills of plebehood challenge to the yearlinghood which the words are too telling to say.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Sir, my cranium consisting of Vermont marble, volcanic lava and African ivory, covered with a thick layer of case-hardened-steel, forms an impenetrable barrier to all that seeks to impress itself upon the ashen tissues of my brain.

Hence, the effulgent and obstentatiously effervescent phrases just now directed and reiterated for my comprehension have failed to penetrate the coniferous forest of my atrocious intelligence.

DO YOU HAVE A SISTER?

Sir, that question has been languishing in my heart, devouring myself totally and fatally polluting my mind. I became your untaxable property and that surging questions could be the cause of all evils that might beseech my family; its sparkle will be lost to a demon like you – whom I would like ram from head flow to throat-asking that question with a ten peso balance in your checking account, we might be on the same boat. Sir, so may I ask you with same question, “ Do you have a sister or daughter, Sir?”

HOW’S THE WEATHER?

Sir, the weather? It pleases me much, Sir. From my crystal bowl, I could see the gathering clouds of uncertainty. My ultrapenetrative vision discerns the faith befalling me. I see from these gathering clouds the limpid smile of your drag, her ambitious chuckle which prophecies a bright and happy date, the hypocrital scorn of an immaculate and cognizable warning which usually comes before the storm of a hectic and active day. Yes, Sir. The weather shows a slight barometric change which I hope and pray wouldn’t affect you and ultimately me. And if crystal bowl doesn’t fail me, I foresee a happy day for you, Sir.

HOW MANY DAYS?

Sir, there are _____ days, _____ hours, ______ minutes, ______ seconds, and _____ ticks and a butt till (occasion). Oh Noble Cataline; may the great God in Heaven speed them more quickly by the great God of Jupiter and may the coming days be more joyous, but not for me Sir! May your classes be no soirees, and your sorrows negligible, and on your leave may there be some beautiful femmes, sandwiches, lots of scags, full moons, plenty of Coca Cola and hot darn; but not for me, Sir!

WHY ON THE DOUBLE?

Sir, the answer is very simple. The forces coming from the itinerate glances of the Immaculates are so powerful that the circulation of the corpuscles of the plebes upon which the stare is applied is integrated. This results in the gyrostatic effect on the paradoxical interior of the legs, thus, double-timing ensues. This develops an invulnerable machine in the body of the degraded mammal due to the action of rectilinear eyes.

CADET’S PRAYER

Grant us, Oh God, that we may worship Thee to the utmost of faith and the limits of truth and suffer us not to fail to see the light of our true religion. Guide us that we may live this life to the fullest in devotion to Thee, in service to humanity and country and in the realization of our true self. Let the light of Thy divine wisdom direct us to a firm resolve to live up at all times to the creeds of our institution and teach us never to fail to measure up to the ideals of the profession we have chosen through life to follow. Make us do or think or say of others that which we want done, or thought, or said of us. Help us to live each day in the passing years in useful efforts that our lives may be spent in accord with the pattern of our creeds -the true, the noble, and the high. Give us that honest purpose in life which seeks fair deal with everyone and spurns all forms of hypocrisy that will enkindle our fighting faith, and smother all seeds of cowardice and fear in our hearts; the loyalty to our principles that places all issues above personal considerations, and shuns compromise with vice and injustice. Strengthen our hearts with fortitude that we may discipline our lives to trail the difficult paths rather than to stray on the easier ways. Teach us to aspire above the levels of common lives. Help us to see all things in their true light that we may guard against the frivolity in the sacred things of life even as we may enjoy in clear laughter its many delights. Teach us to make our play in every game, whether in mere sports or in life's mightier struggles, one where our desire to win is second only to our love of the game itself, where we triumph as considerate victors or lose with grace and a determined will to win. Endow our hearts with kindness that we may sympathize with those who sorrow and suffer; unite us in friendship, with all and help us share the merriment of those with cheerful countenance that we may partake of their joy. All of which we ask with faith to the everlastingness of Thine fount of grace to all men. Amen.

ESSENCE OF CADETSHIP

They built your basic character. They mold you for your future role as the custodians of the nation's defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid. They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words for actions, nor to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those who fall; to master yourself before you seek to master others; to have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never to take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. They give you a temperate will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of an appetite for adventure over love of ease. They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what's next, and the joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in this way to be an officer and a gentleman.

HOW’S THE COW?

Sir, the cow, he is acted upon by the unbalanced forces of Mechanics, stranded in the superheated region of Thermodynamics, electrocuted in Electrical Engineering, brain-washed and cross-eyed in History, sorefooted in Tactics, and running short in letters. In short and simple language, the cow is rotting, Sir!

WHY CHIN IN, MISTER?

Sir, the micro-organic elements of my constitution, activated by the remarkable barometric depression and unaccountable decrease in temperature, caused a tremendous muscular contraction below my barren head. The fluffy tendons and highly-elastic ligaments coordinate their forces with terrific pull of the tensive muscles, thereby promoting accelerated cantilever action against the square jaw. The helpless, easy-going, hairy chin, unable to counteract irresistible pressure, submissively gives way and seeks its concealment in the upper hollow portion of my stiff neck to be forever invisible from the naked human eyes.

WHY FACE ABOUT?

Sir, if these eyes of protozones of the chordate flash upon the immaculate body of the upperclassman, a quick action penetrates from the rectus, oblique to the eye convoluted organ of the lowest order of the animal kingdom. The headquarters of the vertebrate bacterium through the defunct chorda centralia and with a peristalic movement brings about a contortion of the facial muscles and breaks the axial bones to make a perfect perpendicular to the dentaris. A series of current moves down the humerous, causing a commotion in the gastro-cenemius and peronious constituents which brings about face, Sir!

WHY THE SICK CALL?

Sir, the sickcall? It originated from the seemingly insignificant ache from the malingerer's body which theoretically increases proportionally to the drills, parades, and inspections. This is a product of a shabby mental attitude of those who raised to the 9th degree power their argwnent, real or imagination. In short and simple language, sickcall identifies those who should be returned
to their mothers, Sir!

WHY VERY SLOW IN ANSWERING?

Sir, the vibration of the sound waves coming from the yell of the Immaculate, characterized by extraordinary rapidity, echo for sometime in the auditory apparatus of Dumbguard _______ that the anvil and the matter are placed out of equilibrium. The receptor nerve, in carrying the impulses of very high intensity by way of the sympathetic trunk, has to resort to the application of
Cannon's Emergency Theory which proves to be insufficient. Thus, the result is a reflex act which puzzles the more or less brain-washed, Mathematics-exhausted and Chemistry-saturated mind of the ever-confused, full- packed lover, the plebe. Hence, his cerebrum does not know the proper reaction, his boodle-hungry mouth cannot open for a response. Neither can his facial
expression manifest any relevant reply to the questions pondered upon him. In plain and simple language, may Dumpguard ask
for clarification, Sir!

HOW IS LIFE?

Sir, life is as monotonous as the curvilinear concubitant wave of the peristaltic motion of a dilated cell. It is as tense as the state existing among the molecules of a highly compressed gas. As barren as the deserts of Africa where plants never grow. As gloomy as the thoughts of a thousand eunuchs on the death of Cleopatra. As hopeless as the crew of Christopher Columbus panic-stricken in the sea of darkness. As discouraging as the graceful shape of the adiabatic curve. As smooth as the sine curve, endless as the parabola, stubborn as the catenary, and meaningless as an imaginary function. Its memory brings an extraordinary sensation which tickles the convolutions of the brain and the cells of the spinal cord. In plain and simple language, life is a conglomeration of things too serious for a fool to appreciate, Sir.

 DEFININITON OF LEATHER

Sir, if the fresh skin of an animal, cleaned and divested of all hair, fat, and other extraneous matter, be immersed in a dilute solution of tannic acid, a chemical combination ensues, the gelatinous tissue of the skin is converted into a non-putrescible substance, impervious to and insoluble in water. This, Sir, is a leather.

WHAT TIME IS IT?

Sir, I am deeply embarrassed and greatly humiliated that due to unforeseen circumstances over which I have no control, the inner workings and hidden mechanism of my chronometer are such in accord with the great sidereal movement over which time is commonly reckoned, that I cannot with any degree of accuracy state the exact time, Sir; but, without fear of being very far off, I will state that it is so many minutes, so many seconds and so many ticks after the X th .

HOW LONG IS ETERNITY?

Sir, if it takes a bird from outer space travelling at the speed of a turtle that is taking his time and picks a grain of sand from the earth and brings it back to the place where it came from and deposits it there and does the process once in every million years and after picking and depositing all the minute grains of sands on the earth on the bank of galaxies of heaven and brings them back to their proper places, this is just the beginning of eternity, Sir.

HOW’S YOUR FEMME?

Sir, my femme, she is the living incarnate of all that is beautiful, in the facial contortions of a nagging housewife, in the flowing crystalline teardrop of a jilted sweetheart, in the libertine smile of a long-faced schoolgirl, in the fussy whims of a spinter, in the mystic reserve of a nightclub entertainer, and in the descriptive countenance of an empotheric clown. She walks with the breeze of a summer breeze; her beauty smacks of the illusive fragrance of the roses at dawn. Her hair is as dark as ebony, long and silken and shines with the gloss and luster of a fading gossamer. In short and simple language, she is too beautiful for words, Sir!

WHAT IS A KISS?

Sir, a kiss! When all is said, "What is a kiss? An oath of allegiance taken at close proximity, a promise more precise, a seal upon a confession, a rose-red dot upon the letter "I" in loving, an instant of eternity murmuring like a bee, a balmy communion with the flavor of the flowers, a secret which elects the mouth for the ears, a fashion of inhaling each other's heart and tasting the brink of each other's lips, each other's soul. This, Sir, is a kiss.

WHAT IS A ROSE?

Legend has it that a rose has a thorn on the same moment as Venus, the goddess, the sea, the jealous earth brought fast our fairest creation. Look at Boticelli's "Birth of Venus" see the rose all around. So a rose is romance, rearrange the letter and it spells EROS, God of love.

WHAT IS A WIFE?

Immediately past the innocence of childhood and the freedom of bachelorhood comes that incredible creature known as a wife. Wives come in assorted colors that vary from day to day-platinum blonde, ash blonde, redhead, brunette, hyena, auburn and camel brown. According to a recent survey, by the way, more doctors are switching to camel- haired women than ever before. All wives have one creed in common, to spend every nickel of every dime of every dollar of every pay check before you get it. In this respect, they are very much like the government. Wives are found everywhere -in reducing saloons, bridge parties, 5th Avenue beauty parlors, bargain basements, in your chair, on your lap, in mud packs, maternity rooms and ... going through your pockets. Mothers love them, mothers-in-law tolerate them, spinsters envy them, and husbands fear them. A wife is a purity with cold cream on her face, dignity with a dish rug in her hands, beauty with curlers on her hair, and wisdom with a unbalanced checkbook. No matter how busy you are, your wife keeps you on the phone till she gets her new dress she saw downtown. But when you try to show her off, she hasn't got a thing to wear. A wife is a composite of many things -the curiosity of an income tax collector, the suspicion of a detective, the imagination of a psycho-analyst, and the temper of a marine first-sergeant. She likes charged accounts, babies, soap bubbles, chits and all kinds of presents, gossip, a 21-inch waistline, mink coats, sleeping late, eating out and. .other men. She hates corsets, ironing, being over thirty, husbands who use quest towels, budgets cigars, her husband's secretary and... other women. Nobody could get so happy on one glass of champagne, or be so lately so many appointments. Nobody could spend so much time in front of the mirror plucking, vibrating, combing, brushing, polishing, rubbing off, touching up and still come out looking very much like the same. In short and simple language, a wife is heaven and hell altogether, Sir!

GETTYSBURG’S ADDRESS
(ACADEMIC VERSION)

A few days and hours ago our MTG Officers brought forth into this Academic building "Mambo Nuevo Enthusiasts", spurred with enough morale and dedicated to the proposition that all shall become "TENIENTES". Now we are engaged in a great academic war testing whether that cadet or any cadet so engaged with determination can long endure. We are in this impressive building to fight this war. We have come to dedicate a portion of our room as a striving place for "blue" grades. We'll meet in some more daily graded recitations, written partial reviews, and written general reviews. I write to dedicate this column to the cadet who gives out the most sacrifice though he is "rotting" in class most of the time. But in a broader sense, we cannot blame him who gets washed out: For the Academic Group is just doing its duty to maintain the standard for each student. The people will little note nor know what we do here, but they will see us soon in the BCTs. It is for us rather to uphold and, maintain the standards of our studies that from those who came before us we take increased devotion to our duty. . .that this Academy under the Armed Forces of the Philippines shall go on forever and that to be academic conscious shall not perish from our minds. (My apology to Mr Abe Lincoln)

JITTERS’S BUG ADDRESS
(PLEBE VERSION)

Four months and seven days ago, there arrived in the barracks a new bunch of buggos, conceived in laxity and dedicated not in the belief that the whole of them were created just plain mutt. Now we are engaged in a great mental and physical restraints, testing whether the ducrot or any of those durnbjohns so haggard and so confused can long endure. We are met on a great battle in our struggle for moral and intellectual upliftment. We have come to dedicate a portion of our efforts as a final perseverance for those who had given the "works" on us that the name of the uppies might reign forever. It is then fitting and proper that they should do this to eradicate our laxities. But in a larger field of academics, we cannot concentrate, we cannot assimilate, we cannot swallow those darn blah-blahs in the lecture room. The sleepy-heads who had been turned-back or dismissed had dozed in the rooms to rot in their grades. The plebes will little forget nor long remember how the immaculates toiled them up to the bunks, but never could they ever forget how they rot in the mess. It is then for us, dumb flickets, rather to be fast in many a piece of boodles smiling before us. It is then for us to concentrate to the unfinished orders which the uppies had enshouldered on our backs. We will nobly advance as a fouthclassman should do to minimize the touring. We had to jump to the sonnet of heaven when we are "at ease". But as long as we are the lowest kind of mammalias here, the chinning and the double timing will forever be for the plebes, by the plebes and of the plebes.
Philip Dante

DON’T QUIT

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t quit,
Life is queer with its twist and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have won the victor’s cup.
And he learned too late when the light came down
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems to far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seems worst that you must not quit.

LOYALTY

Loyalty, Sir, is of the brain not of the heart of choosing eagles from the chickens. It is using the eyes not the ears, of sighting things in their real light. It is not of the legs but of the hands, in helping a race and lending faith. It shall not be blind – neither fetish, so that with these eagles you shall see the shadows you cast in fullest black stones – unchattered, pure and upright. This, is to my standards, is true loyalty, Sir!
Bruce Sato Concepcion ‘90

MILITARY ART

To three cups of intellect and two cups of character, add four teaspoons of physical build-up, and two teaspoons of leadership training. Sift together thoroughly, then stir in an equal amount of passion and energy. Add three teaspoons of courage. Season to taste with study of tactics and strategy, then fold in generous amount of planning. Make arrangement with major cooks and reconnoiter the terrain for electric appliances and push-button devices. Complete plans by placing in a pan of dispute well greased with security. Sprinkle with the seriousness of the Principles of War. Allow to set in an atmosphere of panther-like readiness. Bake in an oven of decision. When well done, issue orders and supervise, removing and tapping with thick spreads of actions and pursuits. Serve our country in a bowl of victory garnished with smiles.

                                                ALL RIGHT FOR THE LIGHT

Sir, they twinkle as the stars above. They glimmer as the worms glowing on the grass beneath. Ah, yes a handsome young man and I won’t give a damn. Hurrah for the light that shines in the night. All right for the light, Sir!

                                                DEFINITION OF MILITARY DISCIPLINE

Military discipline is a state of order and obedience existing within a command. It involves the ready subordination of the will of the individual for the good of the group. Military discipline is an extension and specialized application of the discipline demands habitual but reasoned obedience that preserves initiative and functions unfalteringly even in the absence of the commander. Discipline is created within a command by instilling a sense of confidence and responsibility in each individual. Discipline demands correct performance of duty. The need for discipline is best inculcated in individual by appealing to his sense of reason. In the few instances where appealing to reason fails, the use of punishments is effective in causing a recalcitrant individual to conform and perhaps appreciate the need for discipline. Condemnation and earned praise form senior to his subordinate, either individually or collectively, for tasks well done serve to strengthen the disciplinary bonds which binds together the smooth functioning team 

A SOLDIER

I was that which others didn’t want to be
I went where others fear to go
And did what others failed to do
I asked nothing from those who gave nothing
And reluctantly accepted
The thought of eternal loneliness…
Should I fail?
I have seen the face of terror
Felt the stinging cold of fear
And enjoyed the sweet taste of moment’s LOVE
I have cried, pained, and hoped….
But most of all I have lived
Times others would say were best forgotten
At least someday, I will be able to say that
I was proud of what I was…
…a Soldier…

MILITARY PROFESSIONALISM

Men who adopt the profession of arms, submit of their own free will to the law of perpetual constraint of their own accord. They resist their right to live where they choose, to say what they think, to dress as they like, it needs but an order to settle them from their own family and dislocate their normal lives.

In the world of command, they must rise, march, run, endure bad weather, go without sleep or food, be isolated in some distant post, work until they drop. They ceased to be the master of their own fate. If they drop in their tracks, if their ashes are scattered to the four winds, that is all part and parcel of their job.



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