[f]ear Is A Great Ally.

One Hundred Only, Lord Earl. But Judge Us Not By Our Number. Rather, Watch The Numbers Of Dead We Leave Behind.

A Warrior Feeds His Body Well; He Trains It; Works On It. Where He Lacks Knowledge, He Studies. But Above All He Must Believe. He Must Believe In His Strength Of Will, Of Purpose, Of Heart And Soul.

One Day The Enemy Will Cross The Great Green. They Will Bring War And Tragedy To These Eastern Lands. Such Is The Nature Of Vile Men. Yet We Cannot Live In Dread Of Them. We Cannot Hide Behind These High Walls, Our Hearts Trembling. For That Is Not Life. We Must Accept The Needs And The Duties Of Each Day, And Face Them One At A Time.

I Think That For The Coward Every Day Carries A Kind Of Death.

An Enemy Is Like A Man's Most Prized Flower. It Brings Him Joy To See It Buried In The Ground.