If I Were Fierce, And Bald, And

The Visionless Officialized Fatuitythat Once Kept Europe Safe For Perpetuity.

Soldiers Are Citizens Of Death's Grey Land, Drawing No Dividend From Time's Tomorrows.

Who's This—alone With Stone And Sky? It's Only My Old Dog And I— It's Only Him; It's Only Me; Alone With Stone And Grass And Tree. What Share We Most—we Two Together? Smells, And Awareness Of The Weather. What Is It Makes Us More Than Dust? My Trust In Him; In Me His Trust.

I Am A Soldier, Convinced That I Am Acting On Behalf Of Soldiers.

I Didn't Want To Die - Not Before I'd Finished Reading The Return Of The Native Anyhow.