The God Of War Is Impartial: He

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.