In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. – Douglas MacArthur
The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself. – Douglas MacArthur
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. – Douglas MacArthur
The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself. – Douglas MacArthur
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair. – Douglas MacArthur
Like the old soldier of the ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye. – Douglas MacArthur
We used to fly past shoppers in the town centre and especially in the winter, wrapped up in our duffle coats, woolen hats and scarves we used to get so warm that there would soon be coats unbuttoned, scarves trailing behind and rosy cheeks by the time we got to school. – Karen Elkins, courtesy of iSkip.com