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	<title>Comments on: Five Thousand Miles for a Camel</title>
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		<title>By: Sgt. Mom</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sgt. Mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jan 2007 12:28:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes, it was the Americanization of &quot;Hadji Ali&quot;.
He was very well known locally, by the time that he died in Quartzite, AZ. They put a pyramid-shaped monument over his grave, topped by a representation of a camel.

And I&#039;ll look back at some of the articles I pulled up, as there is (of course!) a small re-enactors group, dedicated to the Camel Corps.
With camels and everything.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, it was the Americanization of &#8220;Hadji Ali&#8221;.<br />
He was very well known locally, by the time that he died in Quartzite, AZ. They put a pyramid-shaped monument over his grave, topped by a representation of a camel.</p>
<p>And I&#8217;ll look back at some of the articles I pulled up, as there is (of course!) a small re-enactors group, dedicated to the Camel Corps.<br />
With camels and everything.</p>
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		<title>By: steveH</title>
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		<dc:creator>steveH</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jan 2007 03:56:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The camel drover being called Hi Jolly actually makes sense; it seems that the name was a corruption of &quot;Hadji Ali&quot;, at least part of his real name.

Or so the story goes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The camel drover being called Hi Jolly actually makes sense; it seems that the name was a corruption of &#8220;Hadji Ali&#8221;, at least part of his real name.</p>
<p>Or so the story goes.</p>
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		<title>By: E.K.</title>
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		<dc:creator>E.K.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 18:38:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have always thought that the &quot;Ruminant Procurement Department&quot; featured in the movie &quot;Pentagon Wars&quot; was pure fiction.  At no point did I know that it had a basis in fact.  Yet I should have known:  most U.S. Army supply offices still have this piece of writing, quoted below, hanging up in a little GI frame:

&lt;blockquote&gt;THE QUARTERMASTER CREED 
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 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 deserts 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 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 the first blood spilled that day. 
I jumped in darkness into Normandy, D-Day plus 1.
Bataan, North Africa, Sicily. I was there.
The &#039;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 Grenada.
Helicopters above the jungles of Panama carried my supplies.
In Desert Storm, I was there when we crossed the border into
Iraq...sustaining combat and paying the ultimate sacrifice 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.&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have always thought that the &#8220;Ruminant Procurement Department&#8221; featured in the movie &#8220;Pentagon Wars&#8221; was pure fiction.  At no point did I know that it had a basis in fact.  Yet I should have known:  most U.S. Army supply offices still have this piece of writing, quoted below, hanging up in a little GI frame:</p>
<blockquote><p>THE QUARTERMASTER CREED<br />
I am Quartermaster<br />
My story is enfolded in the history of this nation.<br />
Sustainer of Armies&#8230; </p>
<p>My forges burned at Valley Forge.<br />
Down frozen, rutted roads my oxen hauled<br />
the meager foods a bankrupt Congress sent me&#8230;<br />
Scant rations for the cold and starving troops,<br />
Gunpowder, salt, and lead.</p>
<p>In 1812 we sailed to war in ships my boatwrights built.<br />
I fought beside you in the deserts of our great Southwest.<br />
My pack mules perished seeking water holes,<br />
And I went on with camels.<br />
I gave flags to serve.<br />
The medals and crest you wear are my design.</p>
<p>Since 1862, I have sought our fallen brothers<br />
from Private to President.<br />
In war or peace I bring them home<br />
And lay them gently down in fields of honor.</p>
<p>Provisioner, transporter.<br />
In 1898 I took you to Havana Harbor and the Philippines.<br />
I brought you tents, your khaki cloth for uniforms.<br />
When yellow fever struck, I brought the mattresses you lay upon.</p>
<p>In 1918, soldier&#8230; like you.<br />
Pearl harbor, too. Mine was the first blood spilled that day.<br />
I jumped in darkness into Normandy, D-Day plus 1.<br />
Bataan, North Africa, Sicily. I was there.<br />
The &#8216;chutes that filled the gray Korean skies were mine;<br />
I lead the endless trains across the beach in Vietnam.</p>
<p>By air and sea I supported the fight for Grenada.<br />
Helicopters above the jungles of Panama carried my supplies.<br />
In Desert Storm, I was there when we crossed the border into<br />
Iraq&#8230;sustaining combat and paying the ultimate sacrifice as we liberated Kuwait.</p>
<p>I AM QUARTERMASTER.<br />
I can shape the course of combat,<br />
Change the outcome of battle.<br />
Look to me: Sustainer of Armies&#8230;Since 1775.</p>
<p>I AM QUARTERMASTER. I AM PROUD.</p></blockquote>
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