By the year 1943, the main tablets were completed and space had been provided for the placing of every name of the 4,300 men comprising the regiment. All costs had been met and over one thousand dollars remained in the Tablet fund, which was placed in the Log Cabin Memorial Endowment Fund until needed.

That time when adventure had lured me
I joined you, old pals, and we played
Our games 'til you thought you had cured me.   
Perhaps- but my memory's swayed
To flashes, to mud, and to trenches;
To bierre and to bottles of wine;
To boulevards crowded with wenches;
To nights we were holding the line;
To comrades whose dust long has crumbled;
To days when each sleeve held an arm;
To curses and prayers that we mumbled;
To utter indifference to harm;
To songs, both of gladness and sorrow;
The song- was it that made us win?
Oh, the lilt of our hopes was a morrow
Of quiet away from the din.
We loved it and loving it hated-
Aye we, for I'm one of your fold.
Is my call of adventure full sated
By moments more precious than gold?
To know is, old pals, why I'm singing.
The song may be poor but each line
Rewards me with memories clinging-
God Bless You, good fellows of mine.
 
From the book "Doughboy Ditties". 
Written and dedicated to the members of the 314th Infantry by
1st Lt. Joseph R. Cushing
314th Infantry Company G
1927