THE WALL OF FACES

The Corps! Bareheaded, salute it! With eyes up, thanking our God, that we of the Corps are treading, where they of the Corps have trod! They are here, in ghostly assemblage! The MEN of the Corps long dead! And our hearts are standing ATTENTION! While we wait for their passing tread! We sons of today, we salute you! You sons of an earlier day! We follow, close order, behind you, where you had pointed the way! The Long Gray Line of us stretches, through the years of a century told! And the last man feels to his marrow, the grip of your far-off hold! Grip hands with us, now though we see not, grip hands with us, strengthen our hearts, as the Long Line stiffens and straightens with the thrill that your presence imparts! Grip hands though it be from the shadows! While we swear as you did of yore! Or living or dying to honor THE CORPS! AND THE CORPS! AND THE CORPS! We salute you, Sir. Your devotion to DUTY< HONOR< and COUNTRY will NEVER...I sayagain...will NEVER be extinguished from our minds.