u'\'We shall fight on the TCUs, we shall fight on the ihubs, we shall fight in the battleships and in cruisers, we shall fight in the reinforcement timers; we shall never surrender.\' W. Churchill



Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!\u2014An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound\u2019ring like a man in fire or lime.\u2014
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil\u2019s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,\u2014
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori. W. Owen.

I\'ve been in more alliances that you\'ve had hot dinners, boy. They\'ve all burned like Rome; did I kill them? Maybe, or I\'m just cursed!

Class of 2003.



Farewell little Susmy, farewell little Charle, you will always be loved. '