Cleaning his rifle and combat gear seemed a dismal chore, one he had to force himself to complete.

Lon cleaned his own rifle and pistol for the second time in sixteen hours.

Then he cleaned his rifle and thought of old times.

At a house across the street a fifteen-year-old boy was cleaning his rifle.

One night, cleaning his rifle, he was startled by the sound of his own voice.

He thought he would clean his rifle and just sort of think the whole thing over.

He had been cleaning his rifle and reloading it while the men were buried.

That was a good idea, Gunny, putting him to work cleaning his rifle.

The rock where I had sat while cleaning my rifle was there.

At a little distance from them, Bubonovitch was cleaning his rifle.