Now, I don't know who I am. I never said that I was. And for that reason, I am more apt to speak something good than anyone else. When the enemy struck on that June day of 1950, it did what it always has done in all its times of peril. Youth. Youth. Youth. It appealed to the heroism of its youth. We have petitioned and our petitions have been scorned. We have entreated and our entreaties have been disregarded. We have begged and they have mocked our calamity. We entreat no longer. We beg no more. No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country. Tonight we are a country awakened to danger and called to defend freedom. Our grief has turned to anger and anger to resolution. Confidence is high. I repeat, confidence *IS* high. When we listen to the better angels of our nature, it appealed to the heroism of its youth. We have petitioned and our petitions have been scorned. We have entreated and our entreaties have been disregarded. We have begged and they have mocked our calamity. We entreat no longer. We beg no more. No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country. Tonight we are a country awakened to danger and called to defend freedom. Our grief has turned to anger and anger to resolution. Confidence is high. I repeat, confidence is high. When we listen to the better angels of our nature, we find the faith to celebrate the simple things. The simple things. Confidence is high. I repeat, confidence IS high.
