“How can bravery stand, when the flag burns? How can she, who I love, be placed atop the nation of a many? How can, when civil war breaks loose, I must withdraw from her arms to the plight of a salvation? To save all who could die, alongside. Rather, to quiet the beating drum of fear. Rather, to call with the troops, with tears to my eyes. I could be near to her, fleeing from the coming wreckage. I could be far from her, stealing my heart away from her burning warmth.
For is it more to a coward’s way to run from she who will remain standing, or to run from the nation that might fall without me, the man, the soldier?”– Modern Romanticism