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By Profession I Am A Soldier And Take Pride In That Fact. But I Am Prouder - Infinitely Prouder - To Be A Father. A Soldier Destroys In Order To Build; The Father Only Builds, Never Destroys. The One Has The Potentiality Of Death; The Other Embodies Creation And Life. And While The Hordes Of Death Are Mighty, The Battalions Of Life Are Mightier Still. It Is My Hope That My Son, When I Am Gone, Will Remember Me Not From The Battle Field But In The Home Repeating With Him Our Simple Daily Prayer, Our Father Who Art In Heaven.

Give Me Ten Thousand Filipino Soldiers And I Will Conquer The World.

Duty, Honor, Country. Those Three Hallowed Words Reverently Dictate What You Ought To Be, What You Can Be, What You Will Be.

In Many Situations That Seemed Desperate, The Artillery Has Been A Most Vital Factor.

A Soldier Plods And Groans, Sweats And Toils, He Growls And Curses, And At The End He Dies.