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In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

Douglas MacArthur

Worry, doubt, fear and despair are the enemies which slowly bring us down to the ground and turn us to dust before we die.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Before Bring Dear Despair Die Doubt Down Dust Enemy Ground Slowly Turn
By profession I am a soldier and take pride in that fact. But I am prouder – infinitely prouder – to be a father. A soldier destroys in order to build; the father only builds, never destroys.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Fact Infinitely Pride Profession Prouder Soldier Take
History fails to record a single precedent in which nations subject to moral decay have not passed into political and economic decline. There has been either a spiritual awakening to overcome the moral lapse or a progressive deterioration leading to ultimate national disaster.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Decay Economical Fail History More Nation Pass Political Precedent Record Single Subject
I suppose, in a way, this has become part of my soul. It is a symbol of my life. Whatever I have done that really matters, I’ve done wearing it. When the time comes, it will be in this that I journey forth. What greater honor could come to an American, and a soldier?
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Become Done Life Matters Really Soul Suppose Symbol Way
There is no security on this earth; there is only opportunity.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Earth Only Opportunity Security
A good soldier, whether he leads a platoon or an army, is expected to look backward as well as forward; but he must think only forward.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Army Backward Expect Forward Good Lead Look Much Only Platoon Soldier Think Well
Men will not fight and die without knowing what they are fighting and dying for.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Die Fight Know Men Without
A general is just as good or just as bad as the troops under his command make him.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Bad Command General Good Just Make Troop
I’ve looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Death Eye Look Many Old Rope Sounder Think Times
Duty, Honor, Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Country Decade Duty Hollow Honor Nan Ought Revertiny Will Word
It is part of the general pattern of misguided policy that our country is now geared to an arms economy which was bred in an artificially induced psychosis of war hysteria and nurtured upon an incessant propaganda of fear.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Aim Artificially Bred Country Economy Gear Generally Induce Misguide Park Pattern Policy Psychosis
Today the guns are silent. A great tragedy has ended. A great victory has been won. The skies no longer rain with death – the seas bear only commerce – men everywhere walk upright in the sunlight.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Ended Great Gun Silent Today Tragedy
The soldier, above all other men, is required to perform the highest act of religious offering-sacrifice. In battle and in the face of danger and death he discloses those divine attributes which his amke gave when he created in his own image.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Act Highest Men Offer Perform Religious Require Sacrifice Soldier
There is not one incident in the history of humanity in which defeatism led to peace which was anything other than a complete fraud.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Anything Complete Defeat Fraud History Humanity Incident led Peace
Youth is not entirely a time of life; it is a state of mind. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old by deserting their ideals. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubts; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Entirely Grow Life Live Mind Nearly Nobody Number Old State Time Year Youth
They died hard, those savage men – like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

Bay Die Hard Savage Wolf Wond

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