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

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

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 nation is only as strong as the collective strength of its individuals.

A man does a lot of praying in an enemy prison. Prayer, even more than sheer thought, is the firmest anchor.

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.