Those who fought know a secret about themselves, and it is not very nice.
Chickenshit can be recognized instantly because it never has anything to do with winning the war.
Irony is the attendant of hope and the fuel of hope is innocence.
If we do not redefine manhood, war is inevitable.
Anybody who notices unpleasant facts in the have-a-nice-day world we live in is going to be designated a curmudgeon.
The simple is carefully shunned by those who labour to seem what they would be.