There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop

But Do You Know, I Shall Not Be Sorry To Die. I Shall Be Glad, Monsieur. And Why Glad, You Ask? Because I Love France And Hate The Germans Who Have Put This War On Us.

I Am Going To Fight - I, A Socialist And Syndicalist - So That We Shall Make An End To War, So That The Little Ones Of France Will Sleep In Peace, And The Women Go Without Fear.

At All Costs We Must Re-establish Faith In Spiritual Values. We Must Worship Something Beyond Ourselves, Lest We Destroy Ourselves.

In Less Than Twenty-five Years . . . The Motor-car Will Be Obsolete, Because The Aeroplane Will Run Along The Ground As Well As Fly Over It.

But The Worst Handicap We Had The Prohibition Of Naming Individual Units Who Had Done The Fighting.