Your old Dad slept for 750 or 800 miles - three hours, and we were making from 250 to 300 miles an hour. No one, not even me (your mother would say I) knew how very tired and worn to a frazzle the Chief Executive had become. This terrible decision I had to make had been over my head for about six weeks. Although I knew at Potsdam that there is no difference in totalitarian or police states, call them what you will, Nazi, Fascist, Communist or Argentine Republics. You know there was but one idealistic example of Communism. That is described in the Acts of the Apostles. The attempt of Lenin, Trotsky, Stalin, et al., to fool the world and the American Crackpots Association, represented by Jos. Davies, Henry Wallace, Claude Pepper and the actors and artists in immoral Greenwich Village, is just like Hitler’s and Mussolini’s so-called socialist states. Your Pop had to tell the world just that in polite language. I hope the historians who picture Dad as plunging recklessly and even enthusiastically into the cold war read this letter.
