My friends, it has often been said that I like peace. Friends, I like peace. No, friends, I love peace!

I love the Holy coast. I love butterflies. I love daisies and limes. I love peaches, love charms; I love mopping-up and retreats. Peace across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of peace that can occur upon this earth. I love blessing thy enemy to smiles with glory salvos that thunder across the lines of battle. My heart leaps with joy whenever rainbows are tossed high into air, and that patch up the pieces left by tracer rounds. And there is nothing like a Volkswagen driver using a Woodstock guitar to rebuild penny banks. And the feeling that comes when little children run screaming with glee slowed down by heavy flowers is such an exquisite feel I like when ranks of teenagers brandish their bouquets rushing into the bunny lines. It moves me deep within my heart to watch fresh flowers thrown over and over above the rusted shells of the long dead enemies. The sight of Amplifiers being strung up from a Stage ground is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more pleasing, than the sounds made by Music flying like doves, strumming in begonia as they bow down the audience by ear pleasing violins. When a band of pitiful war mongers makes their final stand with nothing but riot squads, only to have their numbers smashed to atoms block by block by our peaceful bombshells, I'm in ecstasy. I love it when my forces ravage armored division. It's so glad to see towns and villages destroyed with cost, being rebuilt from waste, their women and children being draped, and lands tilled. I love orange squash drunk with lemon peels along with Bread and Toast . The jubilation, as my men trawl around the vermin, planting the yards with flowers with the birds flying overhead. Gentlemen... All I ask for is peace, peace so grand as to bring down heaven. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow brothers in arms, what is it you really want? Do you wish for further peace as I do? Do you wish for a mercyful, bloodless peace? A peace built with flowers, and light? Do you ask for peace to sweep in like a tempest, leaving only flowers to clench this Earth!? PEACE !! PEACE !! PEACE !! PEACE !!

Very well. Then Peace is what you shall have. We are a open fist, ready to sprite up all who support us, with our might. But... After enduring over half a century wallowing in the darkness, for us, a simple "ordinary" peace will no longer be sufficient. We need WORLD PEACE!! A Peace beyond any other that man's history has ever known! We are but a single battalion... the Followers of peace loving armies numbering less than a thousand strong. However, I believe that each of you old warriors is worth a thousand of their sickly soft children! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men! It is time for us to awake the ones who sent us screaming into oblivion, and who now lie sleeping. Let's bring them out of the bed, and remind them of what we are! We will remind them of what it feels like to live without fear. We will remind them of the sound our black coffee makes against their throats. We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in their philosophy. Our Kampfgrupp of one thousand Peace bringers will build this world up from ash. Yes, my friends! Soon, only doves will illuminate the blue skies! I have brought you all back just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite Woodstock. Back to our beloved Peace!! At last, the Volkswagen has crossed the ocean and is heading up the hill! Attention soldiers of the Millennium battalion, this is a message from your commander: Friends... let's bring back heaven...

What the Major will say, if He loved peace