My principal battle with the North Vietnamese was a moral one, and prayer was my prime source of strength.

I would be killed by an atheistic government which was trying to force me to renounce my God-fearing government. I was convinced that the next day would be my last on earth, and I felt no bitterness. God had given me a full life.

Although I had lived a far from perfect life, my heart and soul belonged to God, country, and family long before the Navy got hold of me.

We are honored to have had the opportunity to serve our country under difficult circumstances. We are profoundly grateful to our Commander-in-Chief and to our nation for this day. God bless America.

The family is the engine that drives civilization. Throughout history, those cultures that have failed to found their rules and attitudes of society on the central importance of the family unit have decayed and disintegrated.

Founded on faith in God, the United States has been blessed as no other nation.

While the Japanese droned on in a high-pitched voice, I blinked out the desperate message over and over. TORTURE...TORTURE...