A friend sent this " congratulations" from the 23rd:

The betrayal of the wicked,
Broken under a heavy load.
Why did I go into intelligence?
With my big bubble?

There is no honor, no point.
In the darkness in front.
Why the front line?
Do I have a big back?

I lay in the grass,
I am afraid of the bullet.
I would not hit mine.
Not in the place of a huge fox.

lz67 from anatole (c)