War Is Just A Racket...

Why Don't Those Damn Oil Companies Fly Their Own Flags On Their Personal Property-maybe A Flag With A Gas Pump On It.

I Spent Thirty-three Years In The Marines, Most Of My Time Being A Hlgh Class Muscle Man For Big Business, For Wall Street And The Bankers. In Short, I Was A Racketeer For Capitalism.

I Spent Thirty-three Years And Four Months In Active Military Service As A Member Of This Country's Most Agile Military Force, The Marine Corps. I Served In All Commissioned Ranks From Second Lieutenant To Major-general.

Only Those Who Would Be Called Upon To Risk Their Lives For Their Country Should Have The Privilege Of Voting To Determine Whether The Nation Should Go To War.

I Selected An Enormous Marine Corps Emblem To Be Tattooed Across My Chest. It Required Several Sittings And Hurt Me Like The Devil, But The Finished Product Was Worth The Pain. I Blazed Triumphantly Forth, A Marine From Throat To Waist. The Emblem Is Still With Me. Nothing On Earth But Skinning Will Remove It.