In No Other Profession Are

Our Government Has Kept Us In A Perpetual State Of Fear - Kept Us In A Continuous Stampede Of Patriotic Fervor - With The Cry Of Grave National Emergency.

Years May Wrinkle The Skin, But To Give Up Interest Wrinkles The Soul. You Are As Young As Your Faith, As Old As Your Doubt; As Young As Your Self-confidence, As Old As Your Fear; As Young As Your Hope As Old As Your Despair. In The Central Place Of Every Heart There Is A Recording Chamber. So Long As It Receives Messages Of Beauty, Hope, Cheer And Courage, So Long Are You Young. When Your Heart Is Covered With The Snows Of Pessimism And The Ice Of Cynicism, Then, And Then Only, Are You Grown Old. And Then, Indeed As The Ballad Says, You Just Fade Away

In War, Indeed, There Can Be No Substitute For Victory.

We Are Bound No Longer By The Straitjacket Of The Past And Nowhere Is The Change Greater Than In Our Profession Of Arms. What, You May Well Ask, Will Be The End Of All Of This? I Would Not Know! But I Would Hope That Our Beloved Country Will Drink Deep From The Chalice Of Courage.

The Soldier, Above All Other People, Prays For Peace, For He Must Suffer And Bear The Deepest Wounds And Scars Of War.