The man that hath no music in himself Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds is fit for treasons stratagems and spoils.
I write about wounds the eternal treasons of life. It's not very funny but it's sincere. My commitment is to sincerity.
The whole point of being in the Army is wanting to get killed wanting to test yourself to the limits. Now you have to fly 15 000ft above the war zone to avoid getting hit. I don't think there is any point in having wars if that's how you're going to behave. It's pathetic. All this whining!