It is part of the general pattern of misguided policy that our country is now geared to an arms economy which was bred in an artificially induced psychosis of war hysteria and nurtured upon an incessant propaganda of fear.
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.
One cannot wage war under present conditions without the support of public opinion, which is tremendously molded by the press and other forms of propaganda.
Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
Never give an order that can't be obeyed.
My first recollection is that of a bugle call.
Life is a lively process of becoming.
Part of the American dream is to live long and die young. Only those Americans who are willing to die for their country are fit to live.
It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.
In war, you win or lose, live or die - and the difference is just an eyelash.
In war there is no substitute for victory.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
I've looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.
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?
I have known war as few men now living know it. It's very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a means of settling international disputes.