War Is The Only Game In Which

Meat Eaten Without Either Mirth Or Music Is Ill Of Digestion.

It Is Wonderful What Strength Of Purpose And Boldness And Energy Of Will Are Roused By The Assurance That We Are Doing Our Duty.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

In The Lost Battle, Borne Down By The Flying, Where Mingles War's Rattle With Groans Of The Dying.

Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With Less Of Earth In Them Than Heaven.