Men Will Not Fight And

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

Blank Cartridges Should Never Be Used Against A Mob, Nor Should A Volley Be Fired Over The Heads Of The Mob Even If There Is Little Danger Of Hurting Persons In The Rear. Such Things Will Be Regarded As An Admission Of Weakness, Or An Attempt To Bluff, And May Do More Harm Than Good.

They Died Hard, Those Savage Men - Like Wounded Wolves At Bay. They Were Filthy, And They Were Lousy, And They Stunk. And I Loved Them.

The Soldier, Above All Other Men, Is Required To Perform The Highest Act Of Religious Offering-sacrifice. In Battle And In The Face Of Danger And Death He Discloses Those Divine Attributes Which His Amke Gave When He Created In His Own Image. No Physical Courage And No Brute Instincts Can Take The Place Of The Divine Annunciation And Spiritual Gift Which Will Alone Sustain Him.

The Great Question Is, Can War Be Outlawed From The World? If So, It Would Mark The Greatest Advance In Civilization Since The Sermon On The Mount.