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No Army Has Ever Done So Much With So Little.

This Does Not Mean That You Are Warmongers. On The Contrary, The Soldier Above All Other People Prays For Peace, For He Must Suffer And Bear The Deepest Wounds And Scars Of War. But Always In Our Ears Ring The Ominous Words Of Plato, That Wisest Of All Philosophers: "only The Dead Have Seen The End Of War.

It Is Fatal To Enter Any War Without The Will To Win It.

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

For Those To Whom Much Is Given, Much Is Required. It Is Not Whether You Get Knocked Down, It's Whether You Get Up. There Is No Substitute For Victory.