IT was thick with Prussian troopers, it was foul with German guns;
Every tree that cast a shadow was a sheltering place for Huns.
Death was guarding every roadway, death was watching every field,
And behind each rise of terrain was a rapid-fire concealed
But Uncle Sam's Marines had orders: "Drive the Boche from where they're hid.
For the honor of Old Glory, take the woods!" and so they did.
I fancy none will tell it as the story should be told--
None will ever do full
Ladies and Gentlemen, Marines. Let me first thank you for joining me this evening for the 243rd birthday of our beloved Corps. The Birthday Ball carries a special meaning to Marines because it keeps our traditions alive with visible pageantry and ceremony. This evening, we have heard the words of our 13th Commandant, and those of our 37th Commandant. In both of these addresses, the martial nature of Marines and the Corps are brought out. Our history is also brought out, not a