They died hard, those savage men – like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them. – Douglas MacArthur
Ive looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes. – 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
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