Lieutenant Forsythe:
You don't like poetry?
Lieutenant Alan McGregor:
How should I know? I never read any.
Lieutenant Forsythe:
Perhaps something more rugged. "Ever the faith endures, England, my England, take and break us we're yours, England my own. Life is good, joy runs high, between English earth and sky. Death is death, and we shall die, to the song on your bugles blown, to the star on your bugles blown.
Lieutenant Forsythe:
[
pause] If I'd known I was gonna say all this I would have brought my violin!
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