I Made No More Protests. What Was

Truth-loving Persians Do Not Dwell Upon The Trivial Skirmish Fought Near Marathon.

Before An Attack, The Platoon Pools All Its Available Cash And The Survivors Divide It Up Afterwards. Those Who Are Killed Can't Complain, The Wounded Would Have Given Far More Than That To Escape As They Have, And The Unwounded Regard The Money As A Consolation Prize For Still Being Here.

For Words Of Rapture Groping, They"never Such Love," Swore "ever Before Was!"

When I'm Killed, Don't Think Of Me Buried There In Cambrin Wood, Nor As In Zion Think Of Me With The Intolerable Good. And There's One Thing That I Know Well, I'm Damned If I'll Be Damned To Hell!

Let All The Poison That Lurks In The Mud, Hatch Out.