“A Time For Prayer"In times of war and not before,God and the soldier we adore.But in times of peace and all things righted,God is forgotten and the soldier slighted."-Rudyard Kipling”

“God help us for we knew the worst too young.”

“Gentlemen-rankers out on the spreeDamned from here to Eternity,God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!”

“If a man brings a good mind to what he reads he may become, as it were, the spiritual descendant to some extent of great men, and this link, this spiritual hereditary tie, may help to just kick the beam in the right direction at a vital crisis; or may keep him from drifting through the long slack times when, so to speak, we are only fielding and no balls are coming our way.”

“The tumalt and shouting dies,The captains and the kings depart.Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,An humble and a contrite heat.Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,Lest we forget, lest we forget.”

“Yet there be certain times in a young man’s life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood”

“...I saw the infernal Thing blocking my path in the twilight. The dead travel fast, and by short cuts unknown to ordinary coolies. I laughed aloud a second time, and checked my laughter suddenly, for I was afraid I was going mad.”