If I Had One More Division Like

Like The Old Soldier Of The Ballad, I Now Close My Military Career And Just Fade Away, An Old Soldier Who Tried To Do His Duty As God Gave Him The Light To See That Duty. Goodbye.

The Soldier, Above All Other People, Prays For Peace, For He Must Suffer And Bear The Deepest Wounds And Scars Of War.

Rules Are Mostly Made To Be Broken And Are Too Often For The Lazy To Hide Behind.

Life Is A Lively Process Of Becoming.

Duty, Honor, Country. Those Three Hallowed Words Reverently Dictate What You Ought To Be, What You Can Be, What You Will Be.