Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.
The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war.
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.
Life is a lively process of becoming.
I am concerned for the security of our great Nation; not so much because of any threat from without, but because of the insidious forces working from within.
Our government has kept us in a perpetual state of fear - kept us in a continuous stampede of patriotic fervor - with the cry of grave national emergency.
It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.
Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.
In war, you win or lose, live or die - and the difference is just an eyelash.
Like the old soldier of the ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye.
The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself.
We are not retreating - we are advancing in another direction.
Never give an order that can't be obeyed.
A better world shall emerge based on faith and understanding.
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