“It’s our young men killing their young men. There’s no glory in being blown to bits.”
Freddie Mercury, referring to the Falklands War.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Robert Laurence Binyon
They might have been friends, but they saw each other face to
face only once, on some overly famous islands, and each one of
them was Cain, and each was Abel.
They were buried together. Snow and corruption know them.
The incident I mention occurred in a time that we cannot understand.
Jorge Luis Borges
Respect for the fallen.