My orders are to fight;
Then if I bleed, or fail,
Or strongly win, what matters it?
God only doth prevail.
The servant craveth naught
Except to serve with might.
I was not told to win or lose,–
My orders are to fight.
--Welsh poet Ethylwyn Wetherald
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I love this and am going to post it at my place and point folks back here to yours. I have also bookmarked your blog.
Thanks, born4battle!
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