As a soldier, I survived World War I when most of my comrades did not.

We are all descendants of Adam, and we are all products of racial miscegenation.

As a civilian during the Second War, I was exposed to danger in circumstances which removed any distinction between the man in and the man out of uniform.

The choice, however, is as clear now for nations as it was once for the individual: peace or extinction.

We'll jump off that bridge when we come to it.

The grim fact is that we prepare for war like precocious giants, and for peace like retarded pygmies.

Under this flag may our youth find new inspiration for loyalty to Canada; for a patriotism based not on any mean or narrow nationalism, but on the deep and equal pride that all Canadians will feel for every part of this good land.