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“Gençlik kanlı canlı, çok yüksek bir mefkûre ister. Gençlik kahramanlık göstermeğe çok isteklidir. Onun bu isteğini Türk Irkının istikbali için en doğru olabilecek yola sevk etmek lâzımdır. Bu sağlam ırkın istikbali açıktır. Ona yalnız hedefini göstermek ve: marş marş kumandasını vermek kâfidir.”

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