[Illustration: Rev. J. H. Clifford of the Fifth Marines Entering the service as a “Y” worker, Rev. Clifford later became attached to the Fifth Marines and remained with that organization throughout its fighting. The men became so fond of him that they named him “Doc of the Fifth” and attached the Globe, Anchor and Eagle to his collar.] SO THEY MADE HIM A MARINE Then one night the boys of the 45th Company sat reasoning together and came to the flattering conclusion that “Doc” was still a trifling distance from them in the matter of regimental distinction, and needs must be brought into more intimate harmony with them. _The Marine’s Magazine_ tells us that they secretly removed his blouse and tunic and had the company tailor sew on Marine buttons and attach the Globe, Anchor and Eagle to his collar. When “Doc” appeared at chow with his new decorations the officers were aghast, but later General (then Colonel) Doyen authorized him to wear them and there they have remained. “I am prouder to wear the Globe, Anchor and Eagle than I am to wear the Croix de Guerre which was given me after I had the opportunity of helping General Catlin when he was wounded,” said Dr. Clifford. “Any one of the boys would have done anything he could for the general in similar circumstances, but not everyone is awarded an emblem by the Marines themselves. A token of affection from such men as those is the greatest honor.” IN THE THICK OF IT AT BELLEAU WOOD He was with the 5th Regiment through that fame-winning Belleau Wood battle, and has endless stories to tell of experiences in that terrible fight, some of them amusing as an afterthought, though they were not so regarded at the time. For example, the experience when he and a stretcher bearer were crawling through the grass toward the trench where General Catlin lay seriously wounded. Shells were dropping and machine-gun bullets were slashing all about. “Keep closer down, Doc,” was the constant admonition of the stretcher bearer, “closer down.” “The lad didn’t realize, I guess,” Doc says, “that I was perfectly willing to get closer to the earth but my stomach prevented my doing so.” He says of the awful days in Belleau Wood, where his life was repeatedly in danger: “It was glorious to be with the boys there, as they saved Paris and made history. Out of the 1,600 men in the 3rd Battalion, there were only 200 left after ten days in Belleau Wood. Many a time the rosary I carried was covered with blood as one of those brave boys grasped it for the last time.” (Creed made no difference at a time like that.) “I could relate instances of individual heroism for hours at a time. I lay by the side of Top Sergeant Grant of the 20th Company while he picked off nine Germans consecutively at 400 yards; that’s Marine Corps marksmanship for you. “‘Anything I can do for you, boy?’ I asked him. “‘No, Doc,’ he said, ‘but you might pray while I aim.’