adventure over love of ease. They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unf ail ing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration of life. they teach you in this ay to be an officer and a gentleman And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead? Are they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of victory Their story is known to all of you. It is the story of the American man-at-arms. My estimate of him was formed on the battle ield many many years ago, and has never changed i regarded him then as i regard him now as one of the world's noblest figures, not only as one of the finest military haracters but also as one of the most stainless His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen In his youth and strength, his love and loya lty he gave all that morta lity can give He needs no eulogy from me or from any other man He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy's breast But when i think of his patience under adversity, of his courage under fire and of his modesty in victory i am filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into words. He belongs to history as furnishing one of the greatest examples of successf ul patriotism He be lon gs to posterity as the instructor of future generations in the princ ip les of liberty and freedom. He belongs to the present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements. In 20 campaigns, on a hundred battle ields around a thousand camp ires i have witnessed that enduring fortitude that patriotic self -abnegation, and that invincible determination which have carved his statue in the hearts of his people. from one end of the world to the other he has drained deep the chalice of courage As I listened to those songs [of the glee club, in memory's eye i could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs on many a weary march from dripping dusk to drizz ling dawn, slogg ing ankle-deep through the mire of shell-shocked roads to form grimly for the attack blue-lipped covered w ith sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of God I do not know the dignity of their birth, but i do know the glory of their death They died unquestioning uncompla ining w ith faith in their hearts and on the ir lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always, for them: Duty Honor, Country always the ir blood and sweat and tears,as ye sought the way and the light and the truth And 20 years after, on the other side of the globe aga in the filth of murky foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts those boiling suns of elentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle trails; the bitterness of long separation from those they loved and cher ished; the deadly pestilence of tropical disease; the horror of strickenadventure over love of ease. They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in this way to be an of ficer and a gentleman. And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead? Are they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of victory? Their story is known to all of you. It is the story of the American man-at-arms. My estimate of him was formed on the battlefield many, many years ago, and has never changed. I regarded him then as I regard him now -- as one of the world's noblest figures, not only as one of the finest military characters, but also as one of the most stainless. His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen. In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty, he gave all that mortality can give. He needs no eulogy f rom me or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy's breast. But when I think of his patience under adversity, of his courage under fire, and of his modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into words. He belongs to history as furnishing one of the greatest examples of successful patriotism. He belongs to posterity as the instructor of future generations in the principles of liberty and f reedom. He belongs to the present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements. In 20 campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a thousand campfires, I have witnessed that enduring fortitude, that patriotic self -abnegation, and that invincible determination which have carved his statue in the hearts of his people. From one end of the world to the other he has drained deep the chalice of courage. As I listened to those songs [of the glee club], in memory's eye I could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs, on many a weary march from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle-deep through the mire of shell-shocked roads, to form grimly for the attack, blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of God. I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always, for them: Duty, Honor, Country; always their blood and sweat and tears, as we sought the way and the light and the truth. And 20 years af ter, on the other side of the globe, again the filth of murky foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts; those boiling suns of relentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms; the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle trails; the bitterness of long separation f rom those they loved and cherished; the deadly pestilence of tropical disease; the horror of stricken