We Must Offer The World

Men Since The Beginning Of Time Have Sought Peace...military Alliances, Balances Of Power, Leagues Of Nations, All In Turn Have Failed, Leaving The Only Path To Be By Way Of The Crucible Of War. The Utter Destructiveness Of War Not Blots Out This Alternative.

Duty, Honor, Country. Those Three Hallowed Words Reverently Dictate What You Ought To Be, What You Can Be, What You Will Be.

Build Me A Son, O Lord, Who Will Be Strong Enough To Know When He Is Weak, And Brave Enough To Face Himself When He Is Afraid, One Who Will Be Proud And Unbending In Honest Defeat, And Humble And Gentle In Victory.

I Came Out Of Bataan And I Shall Return!

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.