"The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here.
My days of old have vanished - tone and tint.
They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were.
Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday.
I listen vainly, but with thirsty ear, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll."
- General Douglas MacArthur (1880-1964), from his May 12, 1962 Thayer Award Speech
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