Any Reasonable Ruler Would Have

The Lesson Of History Is That No One Learns.

Death Cannot Be Struggled Against, Brother. It Ever Arrives, Defiant Of Every Hiding Place, Of Every Frantic Attempt To Escape. Death Is Every Mortal's Shadow, His True Shadow, And Time Is Its Servant, Spinning That Shadow Slowly Round, Until What Stretched Behind One Now Stretches Before Him.

I Mean The Only Thing Us Dead Soldiers Got In Common Is That None Of Us Was Good Enough Or Lucky Enough To Survive The Fight. We're A Host Of Failures.

A Celebration Of Insignificance, Is That All We Are In The End? And One Day I’ll Just Be One More Of Those Faces, Frozen In Death And Wonder

"every Decision You Make Can Change The World. The Best Life Is The One The Gods Don't Notice. You Want To Live Free, Boy, Live Quietly." "i Want To Be A Soldier. A Hero." "you'll Grow Out Of It."