When I remember the good times I've had I could sing a hymn of praise.

We've lived long enough to know ourselves, and to shape ourselves into some kind of decency.

But think of those boys who have given their lives freely when they scarcely knew what life meant.

They were just at the beginning of the road, and they didn't know what dreary bits lay before them.

It was all sunshiny and bright-coloured, and yet they gave it up without a moment's doubt.