We're fortunate in being American. At least we don't step on the underdog. I wonder if that's because there are no "Americans" - only a stew of immigrants - or if it's because the earth from which we exist has been so kind to us and our forefathers; or if it's because the "Americans" is the offspring of the logical European who hated oppression and loved freedom beyond life? Those reat mountains and tall timber; the cool deep lakes and broad rivers; the green valleys and white farmhouses; the air, the sea and wind; the plains and great cities; the smell of living - all must be the cause of it. And yet, with all that, we can't get away from the rest. For every one of our millions who has that treasure in his hands there's another million crying for that victory of life. And for each of us who wants to live in happiness, there's another different sort of person writing to take it away...

Those people always manage to have their say, and Mars is always close at hands. We know how to win wars. We must learn now to win peace...If I ever have a son, I don't want him to go through this again, but I want him powerful enough that no one will be fool enough to touch him. He and America should be strong as hell and kind as Christ.