"But Hêraklês unvanquished sowed your stock:
Take heart! Zeus bows not yet beneath the yoke.
Fear not the throng of men, turn not to flight,
But straight toward the front line bear your shields,
Despising life and welcoming the dark-
Contingencies of death like shafts of sun."

All reverence to the Fallen - we need Heroes to come and live amongst our Folk again!