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It Is Not The Willingness To Kill On The Part Of Our Soldiers Which Most Concerns Me. That Is An Inherent Part Of War. It Is Our Lack Of Respect For Even The Admirable Characteristics Of Our Enemy; For Courage, For Suffering, For Death, For His Willingness To Die For His Beliefs, For His Companies And Squadrons Which Go Forth, One After Another, To Annihilation Against Our Superior Training And Equipment.

The Remedy For Our Social Evils Does Not Consist So Much In Changing The System Of Government As It Does In Increasing The General Intelligence Of The People So That They May Learn How To Govern.

What Freedom Lies In Flying, What Godlike Power It Gives To Men . . . I Lose All Consciousness In This Strong Unmortal Space Crowded With Beauty, Pierced With Danger.

Now, All That I Feared Would Happen Has Happened. We Are At War All Over The World, And We Are Unprepared For It From Either A Spiritual Or A Material Standpoint.

Alone? Is He Alone At Whose Right Side Rides Courage, With Skill Within The Cockpit And Faith Upon The Left? Does Solitude Surround The Brave When Adventure Leads The Way And Ambition Reads The Dials? Is There No Company With Him, For Whom The Air Is Cleft By Daring And The Darkness Made Light By Emprise?