I wonder what will be the end of that day!" "And what matters the end if we do our duty to the last ?" spoke Lord Howe, lifting his bright young face and throwing back his head with a gesture that his friends knew well.

"A man can but die once.
For my part, I only ask to die sword in hand and face to the foe, doing my duty to my country, my heart at peace with God.

That is the spirit with which we soldiers must go into battle.

We are sent there by our country; we fight for her.

If need be we die for her.
Can we ask a nobler death?
For myself I do not.