I've Looked That Old Scoundrel Death In

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.

However Horrible The Incidents Of War May Be, The Soldier Who Is Called Upon To Offer And To Give His Life For His Country Is The Noblest Development Of Mankind.

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.

In War, As It Is Waged Now, With The Enormous Losses On Both Sides, Both Sides Will Lose. It Is A Form Of Mutual Suicide.

Age Wrinkles The Body. Quitting Wrinkles The Soul.