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Anonymous Poem:

God and a soldier all people adore
  In time of war, but not before;
    And when war is over and all things are righted,
      God is neglected and an old soldier slighted.

Taps

 Day is done, gone the sun, from the lakes from the hills from the sky, all is well, safely, rest, God is near.
Fading light, Dims the sight, And a star gems the sky Gleaming bright, From afar, Drawing, near, Falls the night.
Thanks and praise, For our days, Neath the sun Neath the stars Neath the sky, As we go, This, we, know, God is near.

...Of all pieces of advice that people have lavished on me--oh, discreetly, courteously, almost without seemingly to do so--I have retained only one, and it's advice that I never follow: "Be prudent!" It would seem that because of present circumstances, as they say, I should be prudent. According to my way of thinking, however, the best way to learn to be prudent is to realize just how imprudent one can be... Prudence is the virtue of happy days, of prosperous periods. When you find yourself well sheltered, why the devil go outdoors to look for trouble? But when trouble is looking for you, it's primarily a question of facing it, since it would be still more dangerous to turn your back on it. In that case, prudence is only the alibi of the cowardly. --Georges Bernanos, "The Last Essays of Georges Bernanos"

Anger is the only cure for cowardice--anger strong enough to overcome fear. Right now people are afraid to get angry."-- Eric Hoffer: Awarded Presidential Medal of Freedom in February 1983