I Have Forgotten Much, But Still Remember

The Shivering Birds Beneath The Eaves Have Sheltered For The Night.

And, Hungry For The Old, Familiar Ways, I Turned Aside And Bowed My Head And Wept.

If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.

It's When You Are Down That You Learn About Your Faults.

If We Must Die, Let It Not Be Like Hogs Hunted And Penned In An Inglorious Spot, If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.