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It is in Truth Not For Glory, Nor Riches, Nor Honours That We Are Fighting,But For Freedom - For That Alone In Which No Honest Man Gives But With Life Itself - The Declaration of Arbroath 1320

You must not fight too often with one enemy, or you will teach him all your art of war - Napoleon.

The whole art of war consists of guessing at what is on the other side of the hill. - 1st Duke of Wellingtion

If you don't stand for something you will fall for anything.

Even though large tracts of Europe and many old and famous States have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Gestapo and all the odious apparatus of Nazi rule, we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old. ~ Winston Churchill

As Churchill takes office in 1940: “Now the hour had come for him to mobilize the English language, and send it into battle, a spearhead of hope for Britain and the world. We have joined together some of that Churchillian prose. It sustained. It lifted the hearts of an island of people when they stood alone.”

The cowboy has always been a dying bread,
But he takes his dying slowly, perched upon his steed.
The prairie is his prison, his church, his wife.
If you take away his sky, you take away his life.
Yet where does he go when the ranges all have closed?
Does he retire to his bunkhouse, in depressed repose?
No, he climbs back in that saddle, if just to bide his time.
For the cowboy knows a good death is hard to find. ~ Longmire