For By My Glee Might Many Men

Was It For This The Clay Grew Tall?

The Marvel Is That We Did Not All Die Of Cold. As A Matter Of Fact, Only One Of My Party Actually Froze To Death Before He Could Be Got Back, But I Am Not Able To Tell How Many Have Ended Up In Hospital. We Were Marooned In A Frozen Desert. There Was Not A Sign Of Life On The Horizon And A Thousand Signs Of Death.

I Have Perceived Much Beauty In The Hoarse Oaths That Kept Our Courage Straight; Heard Music In The Silentness Of Duty; Found Peace Where Shell-storms Spouted Reddest Spate.

Flying Is The Only Active Profession I Could Ever Continue With Enthusiasm After The War.

Heart, You Were Never Hot Nor Large, Nor Full Like Hearts Made Great With Shot