I Was A Boy When I First

Happy Are Men Who Yet Before They Are Killed Can Let Their Veins Run Cold.

The Old Lie:dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori.

Ambition May Be Defined As The Willingness To Receive Any Number Of Hits On The Nose.

What Passing-bells For These Who Die As Cattle? Only The Monstrous Anger Of The Guns.

Courage Was Mine, And I Had Mystery, Wisdom Was Mine, And I Had Mastery: To Miss The March Of This Retreating World Into Vain Citadels That Are Not Walled.