There Are No Makers Of Peace Because

The Sponsors Of War Closely Resemble The Weapons They Create. And Smart Bombs, Depleted Uranium, Land Mines, Rockets And Tanks, Rather Than Protect 'widows And Orphans And Strangers At The Gate', Are Designed Precisely To Create 'widows And Orphans', To Transform Strangers Into Enemies And Enemies Into Corpses.

You Just Have To Do What You Know Is Right.

I'd Like To Die With My Boots On.

Our Apologies, Good Friends, For The Fracture Of Good Order, The Burning Of Paper Instead Of Children. How Many Must Die Before Our Voices Are Heard, How Many Must Be Tortured, Dislocated, Starved, Maddened? When, At What Point, Will You Say No To This War?

No Principle Is Worth The Sacrifice Of A Single Human Being.