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In My Dreams I Hear Again The Crash Of Guns, The Rattle Of Musketry, The Strange, Mournful Mutter Of The Battlefield.

The President Of The United States Ordered Me To Break Through The Japanese Lines And Proceed From Corregidor To Australia For The Purpose, As I Understand It, Of Organizing The American Offensive Against Japan, A Primary Objective Of Which Is The Relief Of The Philippines. I Came Through And I Shall Return.

I Address You With Neither Rancor Nor Bitterness In The Fading Twilight Of Life, With But One Purpose In Mind: To Serve My Country. The Issues Are Global And So Interlocked That To Consider The Problems Of One Sector, Oblivious To Those Of Another, Is But To Court Disaster For The Whole. While Asia Is Commonly Referred To As The Gateway To Europe, It Is No Less True That Europe Is The Gateway To Asia, And The Broad Influence Of The One Cannot Fail To Have Its Impact Upon The Other.

My First Recollection Is That Of A Bugle Call.

The Untruthful Soldier Trifles With The Lives Of His Countrymen And The Honor And Safety Of His Country.