All's fair
In love and war.
Break the wound.
Rent the scar.
Just war,
Holy battle,
What does it matter
If we lose the cattle?
Bomb, bleed,
And burn so fast.
How they pay
To make it last.
An hour, a day,
Oh how we fall
Answering, of course,
To duty's call.
Dulce et
Ducorum est
Pro patria mori
So give your best.
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