You never know when an old calendar might come in handy! Sure, it's not 1985 right now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?
The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.
It is not unseemly for a man to die fighting in defense of his country.
Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor
A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.
The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.