Suicide in the trenches
-by Siegfried Sassoon
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain,
No-one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced cowards with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you�ll never know
The Hell where youth and laughter go.
Quote them often:
"A year from now, I'll be very surprised if there is not some grand square in Baghdad that is named after President Bush."
- Richard Perle 2003
"We will, in fact, be greeted as liberators."
[and]
"The plan was criticized by some retired military officers embedded in TV studios. But with every advance by our coalition forces, the wisdom of that plan becomes more apparent."
- Dick Cheney
"In matters of war, we undermine presidential credibility at our nation's peril."
- Joe Lieberman
Have ye fallen off the earth, Laddie?