And By His Smile, I Knew That

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

Never Fear: Thank Home, And Poetry, And The Force Behind Both.

I Thought Of All That Worked Dark Pits Of War, And Died Digging The Rock Where Death Reputes Peace Lies Indeed.

Be Bullied, Be Outraged, By Killed, But Do Not Kill.

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