And what should they know of England who only England know?
Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.
Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.
I have stated it plain, an' my argument's thus ( It's all one, says the Sapper) There's only one Corps which is perfect - that's us; An' they call us Her Majesty's Engineers, With the rank and pay of a Sapper!
God help us for we knew the worst too young.
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.