And, yes, I did cry.
"O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."
-- Walt Whitman ("O Captain! My Captain.") 1891
"So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more."
-- Gen. George S. Patton ("Through a Glass, Darkly.") 1922