George Marshall's Ghost Poem by Bill Grace

Forgive me, Sir, for raising you up from recent print
But Kennan's death was front page in Moscow
Containment was one of your grandchildren also!
I have read of Eisenhower and McArthur
Been told by generals of Patton and Bradley
And learned from rather dogged research
That you were scion to a host of lesser greats
The pundits have come to call 'Our Greatest Generation.'
Perhaps in celebration a quote is in order:
'You can do infinite good if you do not care who gets the credit.'
Like Lee the sweet fragrance of your character
Grows stronger with history's gathered fragments.