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.
yeah, PI if you want some real advice let me give you some first hand:
1. Don't be a ****.
2. Don't be a ****.
3. Don't be a ****.
4. Don't break up with a girl pretending like the entire thing meant nothing and that all that time spent was one long piece of time wasted filled with an annoyance of a person.
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