"Sixteen years old when I went to the war
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side, and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero"--Motorhead, 1916
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side, and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero"--Motorhead, 1916
When I felt the bullet enter my heart
I wished I had staid at home and gone to jail
For stealing the hogs of Curl Trenary,
Instead of running away and joining the army.
Rather a thousand times the country jail
Than to lie under this marble figure with wings,
And this granite pedestal
Bearing the words, ”Pro Patria.”
What do they mean, anyway?
- Edgar Lee Masters, from Spoon River Anthology.