I have been a silent witness
to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes
when I am torn into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I fly at half-mast to honor my soldiers,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms
of a grieving mother
at the graveside of her fallen son.
Your beer is 95% pure all-natural organic aqueduct water. Your wine 88% if you trust the label... That's decadence to the unprepossessing medieval cartographer. He finds peace in 60% water, and does not mind the rest being simple, honest grain alcohol.