Old Soldiers Never Die; They Just Fade

It Is Part Of The General Pattern Of Misguided Policy That Our Country Is Now Geared To An Arms Economy Which Was Bred In An Artificially Induced Psychosis Of War Hysteria And Nurtured Upon An Incessant Propaganda Of Fear.

History Fails To Record A Single Precedent In Which Nations Subject To Moral Decay Have Not Passed Into Political And Economic Decline. There Has Been Either A Spiritual Awakening To Overcome The Moral Lapse Or A Progressive Deterioration Leading To Ultimate National Disaster.

By Profession I Am A Soldier And Take Pride In That Fact. But I Am Prouder - Infinitely Prouder - To Be A Father. A Soldier Destroys In Order To Build; The Father Only Builds, Never Destroys. The One Has The Potentiality Of Death; The Other Embodies Creation And Life. And While The Hordes Of Death Are Mighty, The Battalions Of Life Are Mightier Still. It Is My Hope That My Son, When I Am Gone, Will Remember Me Not From The Battle Field But In The Home Repeating With Him Our Simple Daily Prayer, Our Father Who Art In Heaven.

This Does Not Mean That You Are Warmongers. On The Contrary, The Soldier Above All Other People Prays For Peace, For He Must Suffer And Bear The Deepest Wounds And Scars Of War. But Always In Our Ears Ring The Ominous Words Of Plato, That Wisest Of All Philosophers: "only The Dead Have Seen The End Of War.

I Came Out Of Bataan And I Shall Return!