the dissident frogman

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A comment by canker on Friday open gun advice thread

W E Henley's Invicta has always inspired me:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud:
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

Of course it's far too long, but how about the last two lines as an inscription? Or, if you're feeling particularly antsy, what about `My head is bloody, but unbowed'?

Whatever you decide, have a very happy birthday!

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