“Chieftain, farewell! The nation mourns thee. Mothers shall teach thy name to their lisping children. The youth of our land shall emulate thy virtues.”— Matthew Simpson
“The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.”— Wilfred Owen
“We are not celebrating a victory... We are here to mourn the dead, British and Argentinian.”— Robert Runcie