The last stanza of Rudyard Kipling's _The Young British Soldier_:
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier. Go, go, go like a soldier, Go, go, go like a soldier, Go, go, go like a soldier, So-oldier of the Queen!
Full poem here: http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1799.html
Of course, women are almost *always* the ones to fear after a battle against an indiginous people...
RR
C'est par mon ordre et pour le bien de l'Etat que le porteur du pr�sent a
fait ce qu'il a fait.
- Richelieu
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