Years wrinkle the skin. Giving up wrinkles the soul.

The untruthful soldier trifles with the lives of his countrymen and the honor and safety of his country.

It was close; but that's the way it is in war. You win or lose, live or die - and the difference is just an eyelash.

Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair; these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust. Whatever your years, there is in every being's heart the love of wonder, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what next, and the joy and the game of life.

The nations of the world will have to unite for the next war will be an interplanetary war. The nations of Earth must some day make a common front against attack by people from other planets.

On the fields of friendly strife are sown the seeds that on other days, on other fields will bear the fruits of victory.

I know that this operation will be sort of helter-skelter. But the First Marine Division is going to win the war by landing at Inchon.