God Help Us For We Knew The

When You're Wounded And Left On Afghanistan's Plains, And The Women Come Out To Cut Up What Remains, Jest Roll To Your Rifle And Blow Out Your Brains And Go To Your Gawd Like A Soldier.

This Is Burma, And It Will Be Quite Unlike Any Land You Know About.

I Wasted My Substance, I Know I Did, On Riotous Living, So I Did, But There's Nothing On Record To Show I Did More Than My Betters Have Done.

One Can't Prescribe Books, Even The Best Books, To People Unless One Knows A Good Deal About Each Individual Person.

Ye May Kill For Yourselves, And Your Mates, And Your Cubs As They Need, And Ye Can; But Kill Not For Pleasure Of Killing, And Seven Times Never Kill Man!