"Standing armies consist of professional soldiers who owe their livelihood and income to the government. Unlike civilians who render periodic service in local militia, professional soldiers do not own property and therefore do not have any source of income other than the government’s military paymaster. Thus, they are more likely to serve the government’s interests, regardless of whether its leaders are dishonest and corrupt or not. In fact, standing armies may even promote rapacious foreign or domestic policies if such policies enrich the army. In contrast, arms bearing, property owning citizen militiamen have a stake in the health of the republic as a whole and can be trusted to act in the republic’s best interests, whether those interests call for action in support of or against the political leadership of the nation." ~ Anthony Dennis
sally forth, brave soldiers your country is waiting the sacrifice of your blood shall appease the gods of war on to battle, young ones your brothers are dying in the fields and mother victory weeps for the fall of her sons how brave we were how proud, how true what intentions we had as we charged against the enemy who asks this of us who dares damn a generation bodies that were lithe and strong rot in fields unburied at home the women weep mothers, wives, sisters my son is fallen, or my brother dear god, who will bring them back in the churchyards crosses stand white and mute in the sunlight while so many miles away darkness falls blood gushes red men scream out in throes of death and mars on his crimson throne claps his hands with glee to the slaughter, husbands and brothers while your wives wait weeping and your fathers pray an unceasing litany to deaf gods did they ever imagine this the men who sent you off to war decay, destruction, butchery the best of a nation lost who will rise again who is left to build the proud cities upwards towards the sky no one, mother, they are all gone their cities destroyed the white towers topple and with them our memories crash to the ground we were proud and fair and now we weep the silent crosses in the sand washed by the gray ocean sally forth, brave soldiers your country is waiting the sacrifice of your blood shall appease the gods of war on to battle, young ones your brothers are dying in the fields and mother victory weeps for the fall of her sons.