I AM QUARTERMASTER.

My story is enfolded in the history of this nation.

Sustainer of armies...

My forges burned at Valley Forge.

Down frozen, rutted roads my oxen hauled

The meager goods a bankrupt Congress sent by me...

Scant rations for the cold and starving troops,

Gunpowder, salt, and lead.

I AM QUARTERMASTER.

In 1812 we sailed to war in ships my boatwrights built

I fought beside you in the deserts of our great southwest.

My pack mules perished seeking water holes

And I went on with camels

  I AM QUARTERMASTER.

I gave flags to serve.

The medals... Crests... the clothes you wear

Are my design.

Since 1862, I seek our fallen brothers

From PFC to President.

In war or peace I bring them home

And lay them gently down in fields of honor.

Provisioner, transporter.

In 1898 I took you to Havana Harbor and the Philippines.

I brought you tents, your khaki cloth for uniforms.

When yellow fever struck, I brought the mattresses you lay upon.

In 1918, soldier...like you.

Pearl Harbor, too. Mine was first blood shed that day.

I jumped in darkness into Normandy, D-Day plus 1.

Bataan, North Africa, Sicily. I was there.

The 'chutes that filled the grey Korean skies were mine;

I led the endless trains across the beach in Vietnam.

I AM QUATERMASTER. I can shape the course of combat,

Change the outcome of a battle.

Look to me: Sustainer of Armies

I AM QUARTERMASTER. I AM PROUD.