Defensive Strategy Never Has Produced Ultimate Victory.

Old Soldiers Never Die; They Just Fade Away.

Blank Cartridges Should Never Be Used Against A Mob, Nor Should A Volley Be Fired Over The Heads Of The Mob Even If There Is Little Danger Of Hurting Persons In The Rear. Such Things Will Be Regarded As An Admission Of Weakness, Or An Attempt To Bluff, And May Do More Harm Than Good.

"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.

Once War Is Forced Upon Us, There Is No Alternative Than To Apply Every Available Means To Bring It To A Swift End. War’s Very Object Is Victory-not Prolonged Indecision.

This Does Not Mean That You Are Warmongers. On The Contrary, The Soldier Above All Other People Prays For Peace, For He Must Suffer And Bear The Deepest Wounds And Scars Of War. But Always In Our Ears Ring The Ominous Words Of Plato, That Wisest Of All Philosophers: "only The Dead Have Seen The End Of War.