"There are nights here in the moonlight
Cold and ghastly
When whipperwills and screach owls, alone disturbing the silence
When I could tear my hair out, and cry alone
For all that is past and gone.
Mary Chestnut, April 1866, on that which was, and is, called the Civil War.
Now get me Stahdid on Wilfred Owen!
Dulce est Decorum Mundi
Pro Patria Mori