text: You have no enemies you say? Alas, my friend, the boast is poor. For those that mingle in the fray of duty that the brave endure must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work you have done.You’ve hit no traitor on the hip. You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip. You’ve never turned the wrong to right. You’ve been a coward in the FIGHT. - Charles Mackay