When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes. - Stephen Vincent Benét

I knew then that they had been men, neither gods nor demons. It is a great knowledge, hard to tell and believe. They were men — they went a dark road, but they were men.

Truth is a hard dear to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you may die of the truth.

God of the free, we pledge our hearts and lives today to the cause of all free mankind. Grant us victory over the tyrants who would enslave all free men and nations. Grant us faith and understanding to cherish all those who fight for freedom as if they were our brothers. Grant us brotherhood in hope and union, not only for the space of this bitter war, but for the days to come which shall and must unite all the children of earth.