And, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest.
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty.
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters.
“Damn the wars but bless the soldier.” – Moffitt