Firemen are going to get killed. When they join the department they face that fact. When a man becomes a read more

Firemen are going to get killed. When they join the department they face that fact. When a man becomes a fireman his greatest act of bravery has been accomplished. What he does after that is all in the line of work. They were not thinking of getting killed when they went where death lurked. They went there to put the fire out, and got killed. Firefighters do not regard themselves as heroes because they do what the business requires.

At the bottom of a good deal of the bravery that appears in the world there lurks a miserable cowardice. read more

At the bottom of a good deal of the bravery that appears in the world there lurks a miserable cowardice. Men will face powder and steel because they cannot face public opinion.

The god-like hero sate
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were placed around,
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The god-like hero sate
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were placed around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound
(So should desert in arms be crowned).
The lovely Thais by his side,
Sate like a blooming Eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride.
Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserve the fair.

True bravery is shown by performing without witness what one
might be capable of doing before all the world!

True bravery is shown by performing without witness what one
might be capable of doing before all the world!

You can't be brave if you've only had wonderful things happen to you.

You can't be brave if you've only had wonderful things happen to you.

How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old.

How well Horatius kept the bridge
In the brave days of old.

Then rush'd to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, but left the shield.

Then rush'd to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, but left the shield.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
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How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
. . . .
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.

Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.

Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.