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The True Meaning Of America, You Ask? It's In A Texas Rodeo, In A Policeman's Badge, In The Sound Of Laughing Children, In A Political Rally, In A Newspaper... In All These Things, And Many More, You'll Find America. In All These Things, You'll Find Freedom. And Freedom Is What America Means To The World. And To Me.

They Were Singing In French, But The Melody Was Freedom And Any American Could Understand That.

Actual Combat Experience Is The Only Teacher. You Never Come Out Of A Skirmish Without Having Picked Up A Couple Of New Tricks; Without Having Learned More About Your Enemy...total Involvement With The War Was The Only Thing That Kept Me Alive And Pushing.

No Soldier Ever Really Survives A War.

Now I Have Shed My First Blood. I Feel No Qualms, No Pride, No Remorse. There Is Only A Weary Indifference That Will Follow Me Throughout The War.