September 8

"3 InvisibleSun 15:39, 7 September 2006 (UTC) -->"

"3 Kalki 14:47, 7 September 2007 (UTC)"

"2 Zarbon 22:02, 24 April 2008 (UTC) -->"

"1 Zarbon 22:02, 24 April 2008 (UTC) -->"

"2 Zarbon 04:24, 8 September 2009 (UTC) -->"

"1 //Gbern3 (talk) 14:50, 23 August 2013 (UTC) No context. -->"

"1 Zarbon 04:24, 8 September 2009 (UTC)"

"1 //Gbern3 (talk) 14:50, 23 August 2013 (UTC) -->"

"4 ♞☤☮♌︎Kalki ⚚⚓︎⊙☳☶⚡ 20:38, 7 September 2021 (UTC) -->"

"4 ♞☤☮♌︎Kalki ⚚⚓︎⊙☳☶⚡ 23:30, 7 September 2024 (UTC) 3 ♞☤☮♌︎Kalki ⚚⚓︎⊙☳☶⚡ 22:07, 7 September 2023 (UTC) , but shortened somewhat. -->"

"0 Kalki 20:49, 7 September 2009 (UTC) * 2 Kalki 16:28, 7 September 2005 (UTC) I would rank this higher, with a 3, or even a 4, but it is not sourced, and I have not yet found much to go on definitely tying it or anything like it to Sellers."

"3 Zarbon 22:02, 24 April 2008 (UTC)"

"3 Kalki 20:59, 7 September 2009 (UTC)"

"3 Kalki (talk · contributions) 20:41, 6 December 2010 (UTC); but with a lean toward 2 until some better artwork for the specific battle mentioned becomes available at the Commons."

"4 Ficaia (talk) 00:59, 11 June 2024 (UTC)"

"3 ♞☤☮♌︎Kalki ⚚⚓︎⊙☳☶⚡ 22:07, 7 September 2023 (UTC)"

"Life is glad life when led by laughing hours, With joys of love or spoils of battle gilt; When darkness steals the day and shuts the flowers, Our arms are shattered and the wine is spilt, We rise as grateful guests from banquet gay, Resign the wreath, and toss the glass away."

"Death is dark death when slurred with terrors vain: Whether blest isles or fields Elysian wait, Or all is silent o'er the circling main, We know not ever; but we conquer Fate, Assail the mansions of the Gods, and claim The crown of valour, in a deathless name."

"Tis well to live for glory, home, and land; And, when these fail us, it is well to die. The latest freedom never fails our hand, From scornful Earth, on wings of scorn, to fly; When Life grows heavy. Death remains, the door To dreamless rest beside the Stygian shore."

"The portals open to our meteor way: A red dawn breaks the shadows of the hour. We leave the bitter cup of alien sway, To hinds that crouch beneath the heels of power. Ours the triumphal path, the hero's right; And Death hangs o'er us like a starry night!"

"Greece and the world are Rome's: her stars prevail; But our complexion shifts not with the gale. When ONE against a NATION plays his life, He bears from hosts the glory of the strife: Until the hero's godlike race be run I shall be loyal to the setting sun."