Running the Book of Last Pages
The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
For my lost youth
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
-- A. E. Housman, "Here Dead We Lie"
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