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I suppose, in a way, this has become part of my soul. It is a symbol of my life. Whatever I have done that really matters, I’ve done wearing it. When the time comes, it will be in this that I journey forth. What greater honor could come to an American, and a soldier?
Always there has been some terrible evil at home or some monstrous foreign power that was going to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A better world shall emerge based on faith and understanding.
I’ve looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.
The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself.
Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.