“Your mission remains fixed，determined，inviolable．It is to win our wars” And 20 years after，on the other side of the globe，again the filth of murky ①foxholes，the ②stench of ghostly trenches，the ③slime of dripping dugouts：those boiling suns of relentless heat，those torrential rains of devastating storms：the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle
trails： the bitterness of long separation from those they loved and cherished： the deadly ④pestilence of tropical disease： the horror of stricken areas of war： their resolute and determined defense，their swift and sure attack，their indomitable purpose，their complete and decisive victory -- always victory.Always through the bloody haze of their las
t reverberating shot，the vision of gaunt，ghastly men reverently following your password of: Duty，Honor，Country.The code which those words perpetuate embraces the highest moral laws and will stand the test of any ethics or philosophies ever ⑤promulgated for the uplift of mankind.Its requirements are for the things that are right，and its restraints a
re from the things that are wrong.The soldier，above all other men，is required to practice the greatest act of religious training -- sacrifice.In battle and in the face of danger and death，he ⑥discloses those divine attributes which his Maker gave when he created man in his own image.No physical courage and no brute instinct can take the place of th
e Divine help which alone can sustain him.However horrible the incidents of war may be，the soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his life for his country is the noblest development of mankind.You now face a new world -- a world of change.The thrust into outer space of the satellite，spheres，and missiles mark the beginning of another epoch
in the long story of mankind.In the five or more billions of years the scientists tell us it has taken to form the earth，in the three or more billion years of development of the human race，there has never been a more abrupt or ⑦staggering evolution.We deal now not with things of this world alone，but with the ⑧illimitable distances and as yet ⑨unfat
homed mysteries of the universe.We are reaching out for a new and boundless frontier.We speak in strange terms: of harnessing the cosmic energy： of making winds and tides work for us： of creating unheard synthetic materials to supplement or even replace our old standard basics： to purify sea water for our drink：of mining ocean floors for new fields
of wealth and food： of disease preventatives to expand life into the hundreds of years：of controlling the weather for a more equitable distribution of heat and cold，of rain and shine：of space ships to the moon： of the primary target in war，no longer limited to the armed forces of an enemy，but instead to include his civil populations：of ultimate co
nflict between a united human race and the sinister forces of some other planetary galaxy： of such dreams and fantasies as to make life the most exciting of all time.And through all this ⑩welter of change and development，your mission remains fixed，determined，inviolable: it is to win our wars.Everything else in your professional career is but ⑪corol
lary to this vital dedication.All other public purposes，all other public projects，all other public needs，great or small，will find others for their accomplishment.But you are the ones who are trained to fight.Yours is the profession of arms，the will to win，the sure knowledge that in war there is no substitute for victory： that if you lose，the nation
will be destroyed： that the very obsession of your public service must be: Duty，Honor，Country.Others will debate the controversial issues，national and international，which divide men‘s minds： but serene，calm，aloof，you stand as the Nation’s war-guardian，as its lifeguard from the raging tides of international conflict，as its gladiator in the arena of
battle.For a century and a half you have defended，guarded，and protected its hallowed traditions of liberty and freedom，of right and justice.Let civilian voices argue the merits or demerits of our processes of government： whether our strength is being sapped by deficit financing，indulged in too long，by federal paternalism grown too mighty，by power
groups grown too arrogant，by politics grown too corrupt，by crime grown too ⑫rampant，by morals grown too low，by taxes grown too high，by extremists grown too violent： whether our personal liberties are as thorough and complete as they should be.These great national problems are not for your professional participation or military solution.Your guidepo
st stands out like a ⑬ten-fold beacon in the night: Duty，Honor，Country.You are the leaven which binds together the entire fabric of our national system of defense.From your ranks come the great captains who hold the nation’s destiny in their hands the moment the war ⑭tocsin sounds.The Long Gray Line has never failed us.Were you to do so，a million g
hosts in olive drab，in brown khaki，in blue and gray，would rise from their white crosses thundering those magic words: Duty，Honor，Country.This does not mean that you are war mongers.On the contrary，the soldier，above all other people，prays for peace，for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.But always in our ears ring the ominou
s words of Plato，that wisest of all philosophers: “Only the dead have seen the end of war.”The shadows are lengthening for me.The twilight is here.My days of old have vanished，tone and tint.They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were.Their memory is one of wondrous beauty，watered by tears，and coaxed and caressed by the smiles o
f yesterday.I listen vainly，but with thirsty ears，for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille，of far drums beating the long roll.In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns，the rattle of ⑮musketry，the strange，mournful mutter of the battlefield.But in the evening of my memory，always I come back to West Point.Always there echoes and re-e
choes: Duty，Honor，Country.Today marks my final roll call with you，but I want you to know that when I cross the river my last conscious thoughts will be of The Corps，and The Corps，and The Corps.I bid you farewell.▶ Words & Idiom① foxholes : 피난장소，은신처② stench : 악취③ slime of dripping dugouts : 물이 뚝뚝 떨어지는 참호속의 악취④ pestilence : 페스트，풍토병⑤ promulgated : 선전되
는，보급되는⑥ disclose : 나타내다．드러내다⑦ staggering : 망설이는⑧ illimitable : 무한한⑨ unfathomed : 헤아릴 수 없는⑩ welter : 뒹굴다，몰입하다⑪ corollary : 추론，당연한 결과⑫ rampant : 과격한 사나운⑬ ten-fold beacon : 10배나 밝은 횃불⑭ tocsin : 경종，경보⑮ musketry : 소총，소총 부대
