I've Just Read That I Am Dead.

This Is Burma, And It Will Be Quite Unlike Any Land You Know About.

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.

If Any Question Why We Died Tell Them Because Our Father's Lied.

Borrow Trouble For Yourself, If That's Your Nature, But Don't Lend It To Your Neighbours.

A Man Can Never Have Too Much Red Wine, Too Many Books, Or Too Much Ammunition