We Who Go Out To Die Shall

It Was So Quiet That Morning In Paris That The Heels Of My Two Companions And Myself Were Loud On The Deserted Pavements. It Was A City Of Shuttered Shops, And Barred Windows, And Deserted Avenues.

There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop To A Hungry Man.

During The Early Months Of The War In 1914 There Was A Conflict Of Opinion Between The War Office And The Foreign Office Regarding News From The Front.

At All Costs We Must Re-establish Faith In Spiritual Values. We Must Worship Something Beyond Ourselves, Lest We Destroy Ourselves.

If There Is Anything I've Learned, Is That Piety Is Smarter Than Hate, That Mercy Is Preferable Even To Justice Itself, That If You Go Around The World With Friendly Look, One Does Good Friends.