US Army Training Center - Yearbook (Fort Benning, GA)

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DUT These remarks were made by General of the Army Douglas MacArthur to the United States Corps of Cadets at West Point, New York. The occasion was his accept- ance of the i962 Sylvanus Thayer Award for service to his country. It is felt that these thoughts are of value to all who seek to serve in the Armed Forces of the United States. No human being could fail to be deeply moved by such a tribute as this, coming from a profession I have served so long and a people I have loved so well. It fills me with an emotion I cannot express. But this award is not intended primarily for a personality, but to symbolize a great moral code-the code of conduct and chivalry of those who guard this beloved land of culture and ancient descent. Duty, honor, country: Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you want to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying point to build courage when courage seems to fail, to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith, to create hope when hope becomes forlorn. Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of dic- tion, that poetry of imagination nor that brilliance of metaphor to tell you all that they mean. The unbelievers will say they are but words, but a slogan, but a flamboyant phrase. Every pendant, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every trouble- maker, and, I am sorry to say, some others of an en- tirely different character, will try to downgrade them even to the extent of mockery and ridicule. But these are some of the things they build. They build your basic character. They mold you for your fu- ture roles as the custodians of the nation's defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid. They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success: not to substi- tute words for action: not to seek the path of comfort but to face the stress and spur of difficulty .and chal- lenge: to learn to- stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those who fall: to master yourself before you seek to mfaster others: to have a heart that is clean, af goal that is high: to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep: to reach' into the future, yet never neglect the past: to be serious, yet never take yourselfltoo seriously: to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness: the open mind of true wis- dom, the meekness of true strength. They give you a temperate will, a quality of imag. H0 ination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, an appetite for adventure 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 officer and a gentleman. And what sort of soldiers are these 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 battlefields, many, many years ago, and has never changed. I regarded him then, as I regard him now, as one of the worlds noblest figures: not only as one of the finest militray chraacters, 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 from me, or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemyis breast. In 20 campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a thousand camp fires, I have witnesed that enduring fortitude, that patriotic self-abnegation, and that invin- cible 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 in memory's eye I could' see those stagger- ing columns of the first World War, bending under soggy packs gn many a weary march, from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle deep fhrough mires of shell-pocked 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 they saw the way and the light, and the truth. And 20 years after, on the other side of the globe, again the filth of dirty fox- holes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of drip-

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THIRD PLATOON - COMPANY C Tactical Officer Tactical Noncommissioned Officer CAPTAIN ELDEN H. WRIGHT SERGEANT FIRST CLASS BILLY W. NIPPER LJFIIVEFSITY of -I-GFIFIGSSGG h Savannah High Sghool First Squad: J. Allen CE. Tenn Statel, P. Izard lOle Missl, D. Guyton lOle Missl, K. Duncan CGordon Mill, P. Plummer lGeorgia Ctatel, T. Murray lFloridal, D. Bullock lVanderbiltl, R. Taylor KM iss Statel, A. Lum lOle Missl, J. Cordell CE. Tenn Statel. Second Squad: B. Junnier lFloridal, P. Mathewes lCitadeIl, W. Quintrell lNorth Georgial, G. Shea lFlorida Statel, J. Noell lGeorgial, T. Arant lMarionl, W. Crews lFlordia Southernl, R. Harper lMiss Statel, R. Todd lSpring Hilll. Third Squad: T. Daugherty lSpring Hilll, H. Smith lGeorgia Techl, J. Chamblee lNorth Georgial, B. McDonald lGeorgia Statel, R. Williams lTenn Techl, W. Gewecke lGeorgia Mil Coll, R. Ritch lFloridal, S. Owen lOIe Missl, G. Villaronga CPuerto Ricol, C. King lGeorgia Statel, G. Boyd lMiss Statel, E. Hernandez lPuerto Ricol. Fourth Squad: G. Miller lNorth Georgial, R. Koon lCitadell, Cole lAlabamal, R. Patterson lGeorgial, T. Solomon lGeorgial, D. Sampson .lChattanoogal, R. Brockman lOle Missl, J. Warner lMiamil, T. Graham lFloridal, l. Hudson lFlorida A8.Ml, M. Zayas lPuerto Ricol, J. Demps lFlorida A8iMl. ' FOURTH PLATOON - COMPANY C Tactical Officer ' Tactical Noncommissioned Officer CAPTAIN JAMES D. PARTIN SERGEANT FIRST CLASS FLOYD V. BENNETT Florence State College Florida State University First Squad: G. Wilson lMiss Statel, C. Neal lGeorgia Statel, G. Prater Uacksonville Statel, B. Corn lTenn Techl, J. Allen lMarionl, B, Caldwell lGeorgia Techl, G. Jenkins lFloridal, G. Hammock CCitadell, S. Schwarz lFlorida Southerni, J. Thomason KE. Tenn Statel, J. Major lSouthern Missl, H. Dunn lGeorgial. Second Squad: E. Mauldin lCitadell, J. O'Mahoney lMiamil, E. Trammell, Jr. lGeorgial, D. Keaton CE. Tenn Statel, C. Sherrer lGeor- gial, R. Bachus lMid Tenn Statel, R. Rabelo lPuerto Ricol, T. Harper lNorth Georgial, J. Fisher lTennesseel, A. Case iMiamil, S. Daniels, Jr. lFlorida A8tMl. . : 'B QC- d U,-J. W ll QG d M'Il, A. H'll lAlabamal, H. Kinnan lStetsonl, P. Meekins lFloridal, C. Padgett llgiilladdgflrlalg RlgbbiFiZt?MisstaSoeuthernl,aJ.eI!VatZrlFJE:ridia Statel,lJ. Smith iAuburnl, W. Gordon lMarionl, R. Davila lPuerto Ricol. 5 I I KS J, A. L t lFl r'da Southernl, L. Bryngelson CE. Tenn Statel, J. Colquitt lGeorgia Techl, S. g?gg:IfyscII::i:miJY 'lYYeMif:hellulG,gc?rgia Teirhis Dejnipsey lGeorgia Mill, A. Sanders iMarionl, G. Spruill lAlabamal, A. Payne CFlorida A8.Ml, L. Iglesias lPuerto Ricol. 4-'df 'Q

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CCL ping dugouts, those boiling suns of the relentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms, the loneli- ness and utter desolation of iungle trails, the bitterness of long separation of those they loved and cherished, the deadly pestilence of tropical disease, the horror of stricken areas of war. Their resolute and determined defense, their swift and sure attack, their indomitable purpose, their com- plete and decisive victory-always victory, always through the bloody haze of their last reverberating shot, the vision of gaunt, ghastly men, reverently following your password of duty, honor, country' . . . You now face a new world, a world of change. The thrust into outer space of the satellite spheres and missiles marks a beginning of another epoch in the long story of mankind. ln the five or more billions of years. the scientists tell us it has taken to- form the earth, in the three or more billion years of development of the human race, there has never been a more abrupt or stag- gering evolution. v We deal now, not with things of this world alone, but with the illimitable distances 'and yet unfathomed mysteries of the universe. We are reaching out for a new and boundless frontier. We' speak in strange-terms of harnessing the- cosmic energy, of making winds and tides work for us . . . of the primary target in war, no longer limited to the armed-forces of an enemy, but instead to include his civil population, of ultimate con- flicts between a united human race and -the sinister forces of some other planetary galaxy, such dreams and fantasies as to make life the most exciting of all times. And through all this welter of change and develop- ment your mission remains fixed, determined, inviolable. It is to win our wars. Everything else in your professional career is but corollary to this vital dedication. All other PU-blic purpose, all other public needs, great Ol' Small, will find others for their accomplishments, but you are the ones who are trained to fight. Yours is the profession of arms, the will to win, the sure knowledge that in war there is no substihlfe for victory, that if you lose, the nation will be destroyed, that the very obsession of your public service must be duty, honor, country. Others will debate the controversial issues, national and international, which divide men's minds. But serene, Calm, aloof, you stand as the nation's Wal' 9U-afdlansf as its lifeguards from the raging tides of international con- flid, as its gladiators in the arena of battle. For a cen- l'Ul'Y and a half you have defended, guarded, and PW' T o o oo tected its hallowed traditions of liberty and freedom, of right and justice. Let civilian voices argue the merits or demerits of our processes of government: whether our strength is being sappedf by deficit financing indulged in too long by Federal paternalism grown too mighty, by power groups grown too arrogant, by politics grown too cor rupt, by c.rime grown too rampant, by morals grown too low, by taxes grown too high, by extremists grown too -violent, whether our personal liberties are as firm and complete as they should be. These great national problems are not for our pro fessional participation or military solution. Your guide post stands out like a tenfold beacon in the night: Duty honor, country. You are the leaven which binds together the en . tire fabric of our nationfal system of defense. From your ranks come the great captains who hold the nation's destiny in their hands the moment the war tocsin sounds . . . The long, gray line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses, thundering those magic words: Duty, honor, country. This does not me.an that you are warmongers. On the contrary, the soldier above all the other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: Only the dead have seen the' end of war. The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old have vanished-tone and tints They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were. Their memory is one of wonderous beauty watered by tears and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen then, but with thirsty ear, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll. ln my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. But in the evening of my memory I come back to West Point. Always there echoes and re-echoes Duty, honor, country. Today marks my final roll call with you. But l want ou to know that when I cross the river my last con scious thoughts will be of the Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps. l bid you farewell.