"We few...we happy few. We band of brothers. For he that sheds his blood today with mine shall be my brother, be he ne'er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition...
And have we done with War at last?
Well, we've been lucky devils both,
And there's no need of pledge or oath
To bind our lovely friendship fast,
By firmer stuff
Close bound enough.
—Robert Graves: Two Fusiliers
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suff'ring
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me, my brothers in arms
—Dire Straits, "Brothers In Arms"
Thomas: I'm sorry I was cheeky.
Gordon: That's alright, Thomas. You've made me laugh. I'm in disgrace.
Thomas: So am I.
Gordon: Why so you are, Thomas. Shall we form an alliance? You help me and I'll help you.
Thomas: Right you are.
Gordon: Good. That settle.
—Thomas the Tank Engine, "Down The Mine"