We Have So Much To Say, And

No Soldier Outlives A Thousand Chances.

The Days, The Weeks, The Years Out Here Shall Come Back Again, And Our Dead Comrades Shall Then Stand Up Again And March With Us, Our Heads Shall Be Clear, We Shall Have A Purpose, And So We Shall March, Our Dead Comrades Beside Us, The Years At The Front Behind Us:—against Whom, Against Whom?

Sweet Dreams Though The Guns Are Booming.

Life Did Not Intend To Make Us Perfect. Whoever Is Perfect Belongs In A Museum.

No Matter How Improbable An Assertion Is, If It Is Made With Enough Assurance It Has An Affect.