Drank a lot of whiskey, and is due his place amongst men who are due to be called "men" -
"If you are going through hell, keep going."
"There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man."
Well said, old man. Well said.
And I don't wanna hear how he was a this or that. I'm Irish. Nuff said. Its drilled into our very souls. Alls I know is this: the man went to fight in Africa, with a crate of whiskey, and a crate of scotch, and some wine, and maybe a change of britches. But with those few (but powerful) provisions, escaped across a desert without a horse (let alone one with no name) to come back and lead a defeated empire to stasis. God willing America can find her dashing hero to do the same.
I'm tired - its Friday, right? Nil me go maith...
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