At Fort Screven Marshall was put in charge of Civilian Conservation Corps which proposed to employ thousands of idle young men in planting trees and saving marginal land from floods and erosion The Army’s role was to mobilize, organize and administer a civilian force.
On being promoted as a colonel he took up the command of Fort Moultree where his work with the CCC continued. He used to visit various camps, helping the commanders to whom this was a new kind of assignment involving a variety of human problems. It became his practice to descend upon a camp about dawn, make a rapid physical survey, talk to some trainees and some officers, and then write detailed comments for the company commander.
At one camp his early morning call found the commander and another office still asleep. After rousing them with appropriate remarks he went on to the supply room, where an embarassed lieutenant at work in his underclothes sprang to attention and apologized for his undress. The colonel broke into one of his rare smiles,”you may not be in proper uniform,”he said,”but you are the only officer I found working here.”
One of his engaging and enduring impact he had on all who came across him was his sure human touch. He seemed to know what to do whatever circumstances that could be. He was Brigadier General when he took over the Vancouver Barracks, Washington. The son of a sergeant on the base, who had polio in infancy needed help badly. No military hospital was prepared to take him so the chaplain approached the Shriner’s Hospital in Seattle. There they were willing to help but the waiting list was too long. The chaplain asked Marshall if he would write a letter but he refused. Besides he did not allow the chaplain to write any letter. Before a baffled chaplain could recover his composure the general with a smile said,”I am going there myself.”