Pattys

“This is not a foxhole.
This is the rich earth of my world.
Dirt I threw in handfuls on the coffins of troopers that came before me.
Those who stood in the ranks on the bastion wall, lasgun in hand, And told the Eye it would not have our future.

This is not a foxhole, this is my world.

This is not a foxhole, it is my home.
The place I have shared with my comrades, eating, laughing,
A hole that does not feel empty, for we fill it with light and courage,
And where I have seen them pass into the Emperor's light.

This is not a foxhole, it is my home.
This is not a foxhole, it is my fortress.
It is home, world, a kasr I have dug with my own hands

A legacy that was bequeathed to me, to meet the enemy blade first
As we have always, and I will not leave it, not surrender it
Not take one step back for I have dug my fortress, and will hold it.

For this is not a foxhole, it is a grave.”
― Robert Rath, The Fall of Cadia

“Things aren't what they used to be' is the rallying cry of small minds. When men say things used to be better, they invariably mean they were better for them, because they were young, and had all their hopes intact. The world is bound to look a darker place as you slide into the grave.”
― Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold

“Luck is a woman. She's drawn to those that least deserve her.”
― Joe Abercrombie, Last Argument of Kings

“She died because we are satisfied with mediocrity and consider needless deaths and suffering as necessities for our way of life,’ Sol replied coldly. ‘Do we mourn that our ineptitude claims a soul? No, we attribute the loss to actions of forces beyond our ken. We venerate the miraculous survival of a child instead of asking why our society is built on pointless deaths.”
― Denny Flowers, Fire Made Flesh