Training Distinguishes An Army From

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.

We Have Known The Bitterness Of Defeat And The Exultation Of Triumph, And From Both We Have Learned There Can Be No Turning Back. We Must Go Forward To Preserve In Peace What We Won In War.

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.

Americans Never Quit.

Nobody Grows Old By Merely Living A Number Of Years. People Grow Old Only By Deserting Their Ideals. Years May Wrinkle The Skin, But To Give Up Interest Wrinkles The Soul. Worry, Doubt, Self-distrust, Fear And Despair; These Are The Long, Long Years That Bow The Head And Turn The Growing Spirit Back To Dust. Whatever Your Years, There Is In Every Being's Heart The Love Of Wonder, The Undaunted Challenge Of Events, The Unfailing Childlike Appetite For What Next, And The Joy And The Game Of Life.