The Old Lie:dulce Et Decorum Est Pro

Courage Was Mine, And I Had Mystery, Wisdom Was Mine, And I Had Mastery: To Miss The March Of This Retreating World Into Vain Citadels That Are Not Walled.

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

All A Poet Can Do Today Is Warn.

After All My Years Of Playing Soldiers, And Then Of Reading History, I Have Almost A Mania To Be In The East, To See Fighting, And To Serve.

These Men Are Worth Your Tears. You Are Not Worth Their Merriment.