Killed in action

"And, like a troop of jolly huntsmen, come Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes."

"Went the day well? We died and never knew; But well or ill, England, we died for you."

"When you go home, tell them of us, and say ‘For your to-morrows these gave their to-day.’"

"Yet for my sons I thank ye, gods! ’tis well; Well have they perish’d, for in fight they fell. Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best, Struck through with wounds, all honest on the breast."

"Major, tell my father I died with my face to the enemy."

"Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory."

": mors et fugacem persequitur virum nec parcit inbellis iuventae poplitibus timidove tergo."

"If the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads, chopp’d off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day and cry all, “We died at such a place”; some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of anything, when blood is their argument?"

"Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground; Many a widow’s husband groveling lies, Coldly embracing the discolor’d earth."