Old Men Make War, Young

Dead Birds Don't Fall Out Of Their Nests.

Everyone Has His Day And Some Days Last Longer Than Others.

The Gratitude Of Every Home In Our Island, In Our Empire, And Indeed Throughout The World, Except In The Abodes Of The Guilty, Goes Out To The British Airmen Who, Undaunted By Odds, Unwearied In Their Constant Challenge And Mortal Danger, Are Turning The Tide Of The World War By Their Prowess And By Their Devotion. Never In The Field Of Human Conflict Was So Much Owed By So Many To So Few.

Death And Sorrow Will Be The Companions Of Our Journey; Hardship Our Garment; Constancy And Valor Our Only Shield. We Must Be United, We Must Be Undaunted, We Must Be Inflexible.

Human Beings Are Of Two Classes: Those Whose Work Is Work And Whose Pleasure Is Pleasure; And Those Whose Work And Pleasure Are One.