Robert W. Service,
Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man — The Song of the Soldier-born
(1916)
“ A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration; A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.For I hold as a simple faith there's no denying: The trade of a soldier's the only trade worth plying; The death of a soldier's the only death worth dying. ”
