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 after，//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 /from those /they loved and cherished; //
the deadly pestilence /of
tropical disease; //
the horror /of stricken
areas of war; //
their swift /and sure
attack，//
their indomitable purpose，//their complete 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. /
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