"Tell England, ye who pass this monument, We died for her, and here we rest content."
"Eighteen by Jove! You've timed your lives wonderfully, my boys. To
be eighteen in 1914 is to be the best thing in England. England's wealth
used to consist in other things. Nowadays you boys are the richest thing she's got. She's solvent with you, and bankrupt without
you. Eighteen confound it! It's a virtue to be your age, just as it's a
crime to be mine."
Do I laugh or cry?
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