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No Hour Of Life Is Wasted That Is Spent In The Saddle.

I Was Happy As A Child With My Toys In My Nursery. I Been Happier Every Year Since I Became A Man. But This Interlude Of School Makes A Somber Grey Patch Upon The Chart Of My Journey. It Was A Unending Spell Of Worries That Did Not Then Seem Petty, And Of Toil Uncheered By Fruition; A Time Of Discomfort, Restriction And Purposeless Monotony.

For The First Time I Heard Shots Fired In Anger, Heard Bullets Strike Flesh Or Whistle Through The Air.

Success Comes From Continuing To Strive, Fail And Learn Without Losing Enthusiasm.

I Liked Wine, Both Red And White, And Especially Champagne; And On Very Special Occasions I Could Even Drink A Small Glass Of Brandy.