
I was trained in the USAF Strategic Air Command 28th Bomber Wing during the Cold War.
“Peace Through Strength” was our doctrinal phrase. It has been horribly misused by the current Administration.
Related was another tactical saying I never forgot:
At some point, bombs no longer break the enemy; they only rattle the rubble.
Even as we trained and prepared delivering bombs on the potential enemy, we accepted the limits of warfare.
When “peace through strength” becomes threat-display, humiliation, vengeance, or we will kill you rhetoric, it mutates. Then it is no longer peace through strength. It is identity through domination.
Maybe the distinction is:
Peace through strength requires strength under moral command.
War through strength is strength released from moral command.
Or more sharply:
Peace through strength is deterrence with restraint.
War through strength is power looking for permission.
At some point, power no longer builds peace; it only rattles the rubble.
Strength can preserve peace only while it remembers what peace is. Once it forgets that, strength stops being a shield and becomes an idol.
Fulton Sheen’s Wartime Prayer Book. Best to pray it before such wisdom is dismissed as weakness.
Prayer for Charity and Tolerance
May I be no man’s enemy, and may I be a friend of that which is eternal and abides. May I never quarrel with those nearest me; and if I do, may I be reconciled quickly.
May I never devise evil against any man; if anyone devise evil against me, may I escape uninjured and without the need of hurting him.
May I love, seek, and attain only that which is good. May I never rejoice in the ill-fortune of one who has wronged me.
When I have done or said what is wrong, may I never wait for the rebuke of others, but rebuke myself until I make amends.
May I win no victory that harms either me or my opponent. May I reconcile friends who are angry with one another.
May I, to the extent of my powers, give all needful help to my friends and to all who are in want. May I never fail a friend in danger.
When visiting those in grief, may I be able, by gentle and healing words, to soften their pain.
May I respect myself.
May I always tame that which rages within me. May I accustom myself to be gentle and never be angry with people because of circumstances.
May I never discuss who is wicked and what wicked things he has done, but know good men and follow their footsteps, through Christ our Lord. Amen.
Attributed to Eusebius
The War Secretary needs to be relieved. Our President deserves better guidance.












