“We do our level best to hold the line, so that the man next to us can live. We—we who are alive—we owe our lives to these, who are dead. It could have been us. It was them.” He managed a smile. “No one can do more than to give his life for his friends. Every drink of wine you ever taste, every time you get laid, every time you wake and breathe the spring air, you owe that to these—who lie here in the ground.”
