We march and fight to death or on to victory. Our might is right no traitors shall prevail. Our hearts are steeled against the fiery gates of hell. No shot or shell can still our mighty song.
We must make it an imperative duty of our government to protect the gifts...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.
