"The body of the Unknown Soldier has come home, but his spirit will wander with that of his brothers. There will be no rest for his soul until the great democracy of death has translated into the unity of life. Isolation ends at the edge of the grave. Whatever the estate of the dead, they are not divided by prejudice of race or nationality. To them, at least, all things are common.
But that is not good enough. If there are to be no more wars, the men and women of the world must put their hearts and minds to the task of bringing "usall" into comradeship this side of the Jordan. There is need of some living symbol of unity. Blow Bugles blow - not for the unknown dead, but for the plain and palpable brotherhood of life."