The Quartermaster Creed
I am Quartermaster
My story is enfolded in the history of this nation.
Susstainer of Armies...

My forges burned at Valley Forge.
Down frozen, ruttled roads my oxen hauled
the meager foods a bankrupt Congress sent me....
Scant rations for the cold and starving troops,
Gunpowder, salt, and lead.

In 1812 we sailed to war in ships my boatwrights built.
I fought beside you in the desert of our great Southwest.
My pack mules perished seeking water holes,
And I went on with camels.
I gave flags to serve.
The medals and crest you wear are my design.

Since 1862, I have sought our fallen brothers
from Private to President.
In war or peace I bring them home
And lay them gently down in field of honor.

Provisioner, transporters.

In 1898 I took you to Havana Harbor and the Phillipines.
I brought you tents, your khaki cloth for uniforms.
When yellow feaver struck, I brought the mattress you lay upon.

In 1918, soldier...like you.
Pearl Harbor, too. Mine was the first blood spilled that day.
I jumped in darkness into Normandy, D-Day plus1.
Bataan, North Africa, Sicily. I was there.
The 'chutes that filled the gray Korean skies were mine;
I lead the endless trains across the beach in Vietnam.

By air and sea I supported the fight for Granada.
Helicopters above the jungles of Panama carried my supplies.
In Desert Storm, I was there when we crossed the border into
Iraq...sustaining conbat and paying the ultimate sacrafice as we liberated Kuwait.

I am Quartermaster.
I can shape the course of combat,
Change the outcome of battle.
Look to me: Sustainer of Armies...Since 1775.

I Am Quartermaster. I Am PROUD.