Some quick to arm,
some for adventure,
some from fear of weakness,
some from fear of censure,
some for love of slaughter, in imagination,
learning later…
some in fear, learning love of slaughter;
Died some, pro patria,
non “dulce” non “et decor”…
walked eye-deep in hell
believing in old men’s lies, the unbelieving
came home, home to a lie.

Ezra Pound