The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

On These Sands And In The Clefts Of The Rocks, In The Depths Of The Sea, In The Creaking Of The Pines, You'll Spy Secret Footprints And Catch Far-off Voices From The Homecoming Celebration. This Land Still Longs For Odysseus.

And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.