I play not a march for victors only . . . I play great marches for conquered and slain persons. Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall . . . battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. I sound triumphal drums for the dead . . . I fling through my embouchures the loudest and gayest music to them, Vivas to those who have failed, and to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea, and those themselves who sank in the sea,
