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Gratitude is the fairest flower that-sheds its perfume in the human heart. Let us be grateful in the very depths of our souls for this: they have stopped killing Ameriican boys in Korea. {.{.* tt<*

What more is there to say? There is no language that can express the debt we owe, the love we bear, for those gallant men who fought in Korea; for those who return, and for those who never shall. We can but stand in silent reverence, and in the hush and silence feel what speech can never tell.

From this time on as long as this nation lives, men will debate that fearful "police action" in Korea, the right and wrong of it, the countless blunders and mistakes that brought about the final stalemate. With such matters our soldiers in Korea were not deeply concerned. Like the British at Balaklava: with courage, with .;J"":, with devotion, with an exaltation and purity of purpose free from selfishness, they fought, they bled, and many died on the bleak hills of that far-away land. i.** rn the sacred cause of :": ; country, with a lilt on their lips and a song in their hearts, they gave their all. To some 25,000 of them their all was indeed their all; their life's blood. In the sacred cause of God and country they lifted a torch that will light the free peoples of the world from now on.

"Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do or die."

They went not to enslave, but to free; not to destroy, but to save; not for conquest, but for conscience; not for themselves, but for others. With a vast capacity for not licrowing what could not be done, they made the dangerous paths over the Korean hills the roadway to immortality.

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They loved life, and living, and laughing as young men have ever done. And they faced the grisly thing as bravely as did the heroes of the Alamo, or of Thermopylae. With hearts that beat high and bold they plighted their faith to the flag they followed; plighted it even unto death.

Fear knew them not; and they knew fear not. On every field and in every battle they stood like Jackson at the First Manassas; a stone wall, against which the tide of yellow hordes beat and broke like wintry rain. They were men who could have carried the eagles of Napoleon across the Bridge at Lodi; heroes all.

One hundred and sixty *UU"" Orrericans will remember them with gratitude, their eyes dimmed with tears. And their example will sink like incense from the altar of God into the soul of every patriotic American. Thousands of them sleep in unknown graves, and their names live only in the hearts of those they loved*and left.

They will see no more the sunshine of the land they loved. They will not look again upon her verdant hills, her plenteous rivers, her wide-skirted meads. No more for the joyous singing of her birds, the music of her rippling streams. No more for them the clapsed hands of friendship, the thrilling touch of love. t<{.8

As an eloquent Ainerican soldier once said of our heroic dead: "They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they have found the serenity of death." ***

If history teaches us anything it is that republics are short lived, and that all governments are but bubbles on the vast ocean of eternity. Blindly we assume that this government and republic of ours are eternal. Yet those who think, realize full well that the very foundations of both are shaking todaY'

Those boys who fought in Korea gave their lives to prove that "the brightest dream that has ever fired the enthusiasm

The Grandest Epitaph

"This little fellow never refused a loyalty oath."

The above is the inscription placed on the headstone of his pet dog by Louis Sovey, a San Francisco lumberman, when the 13-year-old Sealyham terrier died the other day.

Wouldn't that shame a lot of two-legged animals we hear about?