Americans Never Quit.

I Stand On This Rostrum With A Sense Of Deep Humility And Great Pride - Humility In The Weight Of Those Great American Architects Of Our History Who Have Stood Here Before Me; Pride In The Reflection That This Home Of Legislative Debate Represents Human Liberty In The Purest Form Yet Devised.

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

Men Since The Beginning Of Time Have Sought Peace...military Alliances, Balances Of Power, Leagues Of Nations, All In Turn Have Failed, Leaving The Only Path To Be By Way Of The Crucible Of War. The Utter Destructiveness Of War Not Blots Out This Alternative.

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.

Today The Guns Are Silent. A Great Tragedy Has Ended. A Great Victory Has Been Won. The Skies No Longer Rain With Death - The Seas Bear Only Commerce - Men Everywhere Walk Upright In The Sunlight. The Entire World Lies Quietly At Peace. The Holy Mission Has Been Completed. And In Reporting This To You, The People, I Speak For The Thousands Of Silent Lips, Forever Stilled Among The Jungles And The Beaches And In The Deep Waters Of The Pacific Which Marked The Way.