October Second
Now, if you must marry, take care she is old;
A troop-sergeant’s widow’s the nicest, I’m told;
For beauty won’t help if your rations is cold,
Nor love ain’t enough for a soldier.
—Kipling.
Now, if you must marry, take care she is old;
A troop-sergeant’s widow’s the nicest, I’m told;
For beauty won’t help if your rations is cold,
Nor love ain’t enough for a soldier.
—Kipling.