PRAYERGod of the free, we pledge our hearts and
lives today to thecause of all free mankind.
NARRATOR: Hear that, you folks in the
shops?
We wouldnt employ a surgeon whod never donean
appendectomy.
NARRATOR: I thought nowadays it was all radio. On
the brown plaster walls were sleek naked girls.
Always, first, there has been the dream and the men
who werewilling to die for it.
We pay General Marshall eight thousand dollars a
year.
Its a quiet room, this central brain-cell of the
Army.
NARRATOR: Well, anyhow, it sounds like a nice, easy
detail.
But were clothingand feeding one million seven
hundred thousand men.
Our earth is but a small star in the great
universe. Were apt to forget, between wars, forget the voices andthe warnings.
NARRATOR: You can bomb Detroit from Brest.
But Liberty grows likegrass in the hearts of the
common people, from the blood of theirmartyrs. A piece ofnewspaper sprang up,
apparently by itself, and slid along thefloor. Im going to see my friends die and
hearthe wounded cry out like a whispering field. It happened over one hundredand
fifty years ago and we won that one, didnt we?
We pay General Marshall eight thousand dollars a
year. Just a few of the skills and services thatgo to the making of an
army.
It goes back to thecross-belted Continentals and
the farmers who held their fire atBunker Hill.
Yeah,were fine and the folks are swell here. VOICE:
One fifty-five millimeter gun, sir. NARRATOR: You can bomb Detroit from
Brest.
Always, first, there has been the dream and the men
who werewilling to die for it. A free people ought not only to bearmed but
disciplined.