I Have Returned. By The Grace Of

In My Dreams I Hear Again The Crash Of Guns, The Rattle Of Musketry, The Strange, Mournful Mutter Of The Battlefield.

The Pacific No Longer Represents Menacing Avenues Of Approach For A Prospective Invader. It Assumes, Instead, The Friendly Aspect Of A Peaceful Lake. Our Line Of Defense Is A Natural One And Can Be Maintained With A Minimum Of Military Effort And Expense.

Here Are Centered The Hopes And Aspirations And Faith Of The Entire Human Race. I Do Not Stand Here As Advocate For Any Partisan Cause, For The Issues Are Fundamental And Reach Quite Beyond The Realm Of Partisan Consideration. They Must Be Resolved On The Highest Plane Of National Interest If Our Course Is To Prove Sound And Our Future Protected. I Trust, Therefore, That You Will Do Me The Justice Of Receiving That Which I Have To Say As Solely Expressing The Considered Viewpoint Of A Fellow American.

I Had Learned One Of The Bitter Lessons Of Life: Never Try To Regain The Past, The Fire Will Have Become Ashes.

In Short, Is American Life Of The Future To Be Characterized By Freedom Or By Servitude, Strength Or Weakness? The Answer Must Be Clear And Unequivocal If We Are To Avoid The Pitfalls Toward Which We Are Now Heading With Such Certainty. In Many Respects It Is Not To Be Found In Any Dogma Of Political Philosophy But In Those Immutable Precepts Which Underlie The Ten Commandments.