This is exactly the kind of post I wantedOh, has some vermin crawled out of the colonies?
Here we have several classes, dear boy so please don't generalise in such a frightfully simplistic way. But as stock of the dregs, what is one to expect...? The lower orders drink themselves to death. Frankly most are merely there to act as bullet soaks if the Europeans get uppity again.
I am content
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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