Wherever death may surprise us, let it be welcome, provided that this, our battle cry, may have reached some receptive ears, and another hand may be extended to wield our weapon, and other men may be ready to intone the funeral dirge with the staccato singing of the machine-guns and new battle cries of war and victory.

The passage frames death as acceptable—even welcome—if it serves the continuity of revolutionary struggle. The speaker imagines individual mortality being redeemed by transmission: the “battle cry” must reach “receptive ears,” and someone else must take up the “weapon.” The imagery fuses mourning and combat (“funeral dirge” with “machine-guns”), suggesting that grief is inseparable from ongoing conflict and that sacrifice is folded into a collective narrative of war and victory. In this view, the revolution is an intergenerational project: the individual is expendable, but the cause must persist through successors who inherit both the message and the means of struggle.