The fates have been kind to me. When you hear people saying harsh things about American youth, you will know how wrong they all are. So many times that now they have become commonplace, I've seen incidents that make me know that we were never soft, never weak.
Many of my friends are dead. To a man, each died with a nonchalance that each would have denied was courage, but simply called a lack of fear and forgot the triumph. If anything great or good has been born of this war, it should be valued in the youth of our country, who were never trained for war, who almost never believed in war, but who have, from some hidden source, brought forth a gallantry which is homespun, it is so real.
Out here between the space less sea and sky, American youth has found itself, so that a spark may catch, burst into flame, and burn high. If out country takes these sacrifices with indifference it will be the cruelest in gratitude the world has ever known
You will, I know, do all your power to help others keep the faith. My luck can't last much longer. But the flame goes on and only that is important.
Anonymous
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