They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.
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.
