When the soldiers came home from Vietnam, there were no parades, no celebrations. So they built the Vietnam Memorial for themselves.

We'll blast them back into the stone ages!

We were succeeding. When you looked at specifics, this became a war of attrition. We were winning.

Anytime it was advertised that I was going to be at a particular place, the radicals would be there, the cameras with TV news.

I see battlefields that are under 24-hour real or near-real time surveillance of all types. I see battlefields on which we can destroy anything we can locate through instant communications and almost instantaneous application of highly lethal firepower.

The last man in the world who should have been criticized was the American soldier. They should have criticized me.

By the end of the summer of 1973 I thought it was virtually impossible for South Vietnam to survive. How in the heck could they?