It is Quantico in early January, 1918. The other units of the Marine Brigade have already sailed for France to form a part of the 2d Division. The headquarters company and the second battalion of the 6th Regiment remain. Colonel Harry Lee commands. We shiver as we follow him on fatiguing marches over the level roads of Virginia. The exhausting job of battalion surgeon is my lot. Sore feet, frostbites, real pains incident to arduous past training, and fake pains to avoid prospective marches make sick call a veritable battalion muster.
January 15, word is passed to stand-by for entrainment. Sick call as usual—not a patient. Three days we stand by. From that unit of more than 1,200 men, there is one patient. He is brought in on a stretcher. Though dangerously sick with pneumonia, he does not wish to go to the hospital. If you wonder at the war record of the marines, that spirit gives the answer.