The formation of The Rifles. The newest and biggest infantry Regiment in the British Army, and no reason why it shouldnât be the best. Sedgemoorâs rhynes to Brandywine Creek, setbacks at Corunna and Calais, victory at Salamanca, Waterloo and the Rhine, sandy boots in Egypt, Alamein, Iraq and Afghanistan, Pigs in Belfast and p'ss wet through in Bosnia and South Armagh; we share a common history. The new Regiment will be the first in and the last out; the rearguard. Swift and bold, armoured, commando and light infantry, it will be the outpost at Snipe, the right about turn, the serjeants at Inkerman, the stormers at Badajoz, the Bloody Eleventh, the Glorious Glosters, Howard at Pegasus Bridge, Clive at Plassey, Grey at Paoli, the Territorials at Arnhem. The Green Jackets. One and All, Faithful, Semper Fidelis, Primus in Indis, Celer et Audax, Treu und Fest, Cede Nullis. Aucto splendore resurgo. Do everything that is necessary, and nothing that is not. Forward The Rifles!