that many of you guys are. So I'm posting this little poem - it's for all of us who have worn the type of clothing that other misguided people shoot at, and sometimes we all need a little help, wherever that help might come from. This little poem was written on a scrap of paper, and was found in a trench after the battle of El Agheila, that took place in Cyrenaica, Libya, in 1942. The fate of the British soldier who wrote it is not known, but I join with all of you in hoping that he made it in the end. 'Stay with me, G*d. The night is dark, The night is cold: My little spark Of courage dies. The night is long; Be with me, G*d, and make me strong.'