“ War I abhor,
and yet how sweet The sound
along the marching street
Of drum and fife,
and I forget Wet eyes of widows,
and forget Broken old mothers,
and the whole Dark butchery without a soul. ”
Seneca the Younger
" Life is a series of experiences,
each of which makes us bigger,
even though it is hard to realize this.
For the world was built to develop character,
and we must learn that the setbacks
and grieves which we endure
help us in our marching onward. ”
Henry Ford
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