I've Looked That Old Scoundrel Death In

Optimism Is Denial, So Face The Facts And Move On

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.

Years May Wrinkle The Skin, But To Give Up Interest Wrinkles The Soul. You Are As Young As Your Faith, As Old As Your Doubt; As Young As Your Self-confidence, As Old As Your Fear; As Young As Your Hope As Old As Your Despair. In The Central Place Of Every Heart There Is A Recording Chamber. So Long As It Receives Messages Of Beauty, Hope, Cheer And Courage, So Long Are You Young. When Your Heart Is Covered With The Snows Of Pessimism And The Ice Of Cynicism, Then, And Then Only, Are You Grown Old. And Then, Indeed As The Ballad Says, You Just Fade Away

The Inescapable Price Of Liberty Is An Ability To Preserve It From Destruction.

The Soldier, Above All Other People, Prays For Peace, For He Must Suffer And Bear The Deepest Wounds And Scars Of War.