When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important, and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him, he at f… - Stephen Crane

The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep.
War is kind.

Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die.
The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie.

Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.

Bunlar münferit ve süratli duygu değişimleriydi, iki defa boyun eğmeksizin korkmuş ve bir defasında da korkmadan boyun eğmişti.