Doubtless There Are Other Roads.

Swift Blazing Flag Of The Regiment,eagle With Crest Of Red And Gold,these Men Were Born To Drill And Die.point For Them The Virtue Of Slaughter,make Plain To Them The Excellence Of Killingand A Field Where A Thousand Corpses Lie.

Every Sin Is The Result Of Collaboration.

Do Not Weep, Maiden, For War Is Kind. Because Your Lover Threw Wild Hands Toward The Sky And The Affrighted Steed Ran On Alone, Do Not Weep. War Is Kind. Hoarse, Booming Drums Of The Regiment, Little Souls Who Thirst For Fight, These Men Were Born To Drill And Die. The Unexplained Glory Flies Above Them, Great Is The Battle-god, Great, And His Kingdom -a Field Where A Thousand Corpses Lie. Do Not Weep, Babe, For War Is Kind.

Think As I Think," Said A Man, "or You Are Abominably Wicked; You Are A Toad." And After I Thought Of It, I Said, "i Will, Then, Be A Toad.

A Mysterious Fraternity Born Out Of Smoke And Danger Of Death.