God, I Hate The Germans.

We Succeed Only As We Identify In Life, Or In War, Or In Anything Else, A Single Overriding Objective, And Make All Other Considerations Bend To That One Objective.

The One Weapon Every Man, Soldier, Sailor, Or Airman Should Be Able To Use Effectively Is The Rifle.

A Preventive War, To My Mind, Is An Impossibility Today. How Could You Have One If One Of Its Features Would Be Several Cities Lying In Ruins, Several Cities Where Many, Many Thousands Of People Would Be Dead And Injured And Mangled, The Transportation Systems Destroyed, Sanitation Implements And Systems All Gone? That Isn't Preventive War; That Is War.

The Peace We Seek, Founded Upon Decent Trust And Cooperation Among Nations, Can Be Fortified Not By Weapons Of War But By Wheat And Cotton, By Milk And Wool, By Meat And Timber, And By Rice. These Are Words That Translate Into Every Language.

In Vast Stretches Of The Earth, Men Awoke Today In Hunger. They Will Spend The Day In Unceasing Toil. And As The Sun Goes Down They Will Still Know Hunger. They Will See Suffering In The Eyes Of Their Children. Many Despair That Their Labor Will Ever Decently Shelter Their Families Or Protect Them Against Disease. So Long As This Is So, Peace And Freedom Will Be In Danger Throughout Our World. For Wherever Free Men Lose Hope Of Progress, Liberty Will Be Weakened And The Seeds Of Conflict Will Be Sown.