What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say Night is growing gray, To hazards whence no tears can win us; What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away!

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first…

That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought it was the Judgement Day.

I seem but a dead man held on end To sink down soon.... O you could not know That such swift fleeing No soul foreseeing - Not even I - would undo me so!

How do you ask a man to be the last man to die in Vietnam? How do you ask a man to be the last man to die for a mistake?

I would not have believed such an inferno could open up on earth. Men died but they did not retreat.

One of the hardest things about playing a soldier is kinda acknowledging that I've never done, and might never do anything that brave.