I Came Through And I Shall Return.

Age Wrinkles The Body. Quitting Wrinkles The Soul.

Today The Guns Are Silent. A Great Tragedy Has Ended. A Great Victory Has Been Won. The Skies No Longer Rain With Death - The Seas Bear Only Commerce - Men Everywhere Walk Upright In The Sunlight. The Entire World Lies Quietly At Peace. The Holy Mission Has Been Completed. And In Reporting This To You, The People, I Speak For The Thousands Of Silent Lips, Forever Stilled Among The Jungles And The Beaches And In The Deep Waters Of The Pacific Which Marked The Way.

The Puerto Ricans Forming The Ranks Of The Gallant 65th Infantry On The Battlefields Of Korea … Are Writing A Brilliant Record Of Achievement In Battle And I Am Proud Indeed To Have Them In This Command. I Wish That We Might Have Many More Like Them.

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. Always There Has Been Some Terrible Evil At Home Or Some Monstrous Foreign Power That Was Going To Gobble Us Up If We Did Not Blindly Rally Behind It By Furnishing The Exorbitant Funds Demanded. Yet, In Retrospect, These Disasters Seem Never To Have Happened, Seem Never To Have Been Quite Real.

I Know That This Operation Will Be Sort Of Helter-skelter. But The First Marine Division Is Going To Win The War By Landing At Inchon.