Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
      I am the captain of my soul.

      -- William Ernest Henley

Who ever said the press told the complete truth?

Kick Ass Poem, and I'm no Poem Reader!
We'll, Timbo Talked the Talk....
Now, He OD'd
So We The People
Didn't know if he just Talked the Talk, or
Walked the Walk....
If he was wacked enough to believe
that "collateral damage" stuff about the kids,
he should have been a General Officer...