There are not enough chinamen in the world to stop a fully armed Marine regiment from going where ever they want to go.
I want to go where the guns are!
Where the hell do you put the bayonet?
We're surrounded. That simplifies the problem!
Old breed? New breed? There's not a damn bit of difference so long as it's the Marine breed.
They're on our right, they're on our left, they're in front of us, they're behind us; they can't get away from us this time.