Wars Are Caused By Unprotected Wealth.

Old Soldiers Never Die, They Just Lose Their Grip On Reality After Traumatic Brain Injuries.

Like The Old Soldier Of The Ballad, I Now Close My Military Career And Just Fade Away, An Old Soldier Who Tried To Do His Duty As God Gave Him The Light To See That Duty. Goodbye.

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

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.

"duty, Honor, Country" - Those Three Hallowed Words Reverently Dictate What You Ought To Be, What You Can Be, What You Will Be. They Are Your Rallying Point To Build Courage When Courage Seems To Fail, To Regain Faith When There Seems To Be Little Cause For Faith, To Create Hope When Hope Becomes Forlorn.