M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle


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Queen of the Battlefield! Arguably the finest rifle ever generally issued to the soldiers of any armed force anywhere ever, this is the M1 Garand! Officially adopted 1932, issue began in 1936 and US government production did not stop until 1957, when the M1 was officially replaced with the M14 - a direct mechanical descendant (indeed some parts are interchangeable). Serving throughout World War II and the Korean War, the Garand's power, accuracy and reliability saved the lives of countless American servicemen and vanquished the enemies of light and liberty.

Memorable Places - Garand

WikiPedia entry

Lt. Col. Jeff Cooper on the Queen

Cooper's definitive work on riflery, The Art of the Rifle

General George S. Patton, Jr., declared the M1 Garand to be "the greatest single battle implement ever devised by man."

Shooting matches? Make your own Single-Loading Enhancement Device.

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The other Saint John:

Some WWII posters featuring the M1 - the first is probably the most famous:


Here is a poem sent to me by a match director:

Do you wonder why that rifle
Is hanging in my den?
You know I rarely take it down
But I touch it now and then.

It's rather slow and heavy
By standards of today
But not too many years ago
It swept the rest away.

It's held its own in battles
Through snow, or rain, or sun
And I had one just like it,
This treasured old M-1.

It went ashore at Bougainville
In Nineteen Forty-Three.
It stormed the beach at Tarawa
Through a bullet-riddled sea.

Saipan knew its strident bark,
Kwajalein, its sting.
The rocky caves of Peleliu
Resounded with its ring.

It climbed the hill on Iwo
With men who wouldn't stop
And left our nation's banner
Flying on the top.

It poked its nose in Pusan,
Screamed an angry roar
And took the First Division
From Chosin Reservoir.

Well, time moves on, and things improve
With rifles and with men,
And that is why the two of us
Are sitting in my den.

But sometimes on a winter night,
While thinking of my Corps,
I know that if the bugle blew
We'd be a team once more.

(Author unknown)


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