Julian Grenfell

“I adore war. ... It is like a big picnic but without the objectivelessness of a picnic. I have never been more well or more happy. ... It just suits my stolid health and stolid nerves and barbaric disposition. The fighting-excitement vitalizes everything, every sight and action. One loves one's fellow man so much more when one is bent on killing him.”

“The thundering line of battle stands,  And in the air Death moans and sings;But Day shall clasp him with strong hands,  And Night shall fold him in soft wings.”