They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.


“ŽWhy can't we just stop, sir? Why can't we just say "No more killing, let's all go home"? Why would it be stupid just to pack it in, sir? Why?”

—Private Baldrick, Blackadder Goes Forth, Goodbyeee
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