re: #48 iceweasel

First World War poet sassoon:

“Good morning, good morning,” the General said,
As he passed us last week on our way to the line.
Now the lads that he greeted are most of ‘em dead,
And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine.

“He’s a cheery old card,” grunted Harry to Jack,
As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.

But he did for them both by his plan of attack.