Let's Keep Our Boots Polished, Bayonets Sharpened,

Urge All Of Your Men To Pray, Not Alone In Church, But Everywhere. Pray When Driving. Pray When Fighting. Pray Alone. Pray With Others. Pray By Night And Pray By Day. Pray For The Cessation Of Immoderate Rains, For Good Weather For Battle.pray For The Defeat Of Our Wicked Enemy Whose Banner Is Injustice And Whose Good Is Oppression. Pray For Victory. Pray For Our Army, And Pray For Peace. We Must March Together, All Out For God.

You Just Wait And See. The Lily-livered B*stards In Washington Will Demobilize. They'll Say They've Made The World Safe For Democracy Again. The Russians Are Not Such D*mned Fools. They'll Rebuild; And With Modern Weapons.

All Glory Is Fleeting.

Anyone In Any Walk Of Life Who Is Content With Mediocrity Is Untrue To Himself And To American Tradition.

For Over A Thousand Years Roman Conquerors Returning From The Wars Enjoyed The Honor Of Triumph, A Tumultuous Parade. In The Procession Came Trumpeteers, Musicians And Strange Animals From Conquered Territories, Together With Carts Laden With Treasure And Captured Armaments. The Conquerors Rode In A Triumphal Chariot, The Dazed Prisoners Walking In Chains Before Him. Sometimes His Children Robed In White Stood With Him In The Chariot Or Rode The Trace Horses. A Slave Stood Behind The Conqueror Holding A Golden Crown And Whispering In His Ear A Warning: That All Glory Is Fleeting.