Your New-caught, Sullen Peoples, / Half-devil And

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

They Shut The Road Through The Woods Seventy Years Ago. Weather And Rain Have Undone It Again, And Now You Would Never Know There Was Once A Road Through The Woods

I Have My Own Matches And Sulphur, And I'll Make My Own Hell.

A Time For Prayer "in Times Of War And Not Before, God And The Soldier We Adore. But In Times Of Peace And All Things Righted, God Is Forgotten And The Soldier Slighted." -rudyard Kipling

If Any Question Why We Died Tell Them Because Our Father's Lied.