On Memorial Day I don't want to only remember the combatants. There were also those who came out of the trenches as writers and poets who started preaching peace men and women who have made this world a kinder place to live.

As a privileged survivor of the First World War I hope I may be allowed to interject here a deeply felt tribute to those who were not fortunate enough to succeed but who shared the signal honor of trying to the last to salvage peace.

Every animal has his or her story his or her thoughts daydreams and interests. All feel joy and love pain and fear as we now know beyond any shadow of a doubt. All deserve that the human animal afford them the respect of being cared for with great consideration for those interests or left in peace.

I share the opinion of those of broader vision who see in the signs of the time hope of humanity for peace.

Under the auspices of peace our comprehensive renaissance will be built and it will be a model for those who wish to emulate it in the greater Arab homeland.

Wars begin in the minds of men and in those minds love and compassion would have built the defenses of peace.

The Disarmament Conference has become the focal point of a great struggle between anarchy and world order... between those who think in terms of inevitable armed conflict and those who seek to build a universal and durable peace.

But while we all pray for peace we do not always as free citizens support the policies that make for peace or reject those which do not. We want our own kind of peace brought about in our own way.

Those who have experienced the most have suffered so much that they have ceased to hate. Hate is more for those with a slightly guilty conscience and who by chewing on old hate in times of peace wish to demonstrate how great they were during the war.

Little things seem nothing but they give peace like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.