TO THE LEGIONARIES IN IASI
I write these hasty lines to you in the midst of battle. Here, in this whirlpool of risk and dangers, my soul finds the purpose of all its earthly life.
In open battle, the holy hour has now struck that all those who throughout this land are of legionary heart, step with brave joy. It is in the sword that I unsheathed that a troubled and weakened Fatherland places its last hopes with so much confidence.
Who is he who would not behave like a lion when in the play of his sword lies the very existence of our sacred Romania?
The enemy must feel terrorized by the sharpness of this sword. Cowards should step aside. And you, fist tight on the iron handle, surge forward.
On your soldier brows the Country puts Its Blessing. From the height of heaven St. Michael the Archangel protects us, leads us and makes us victorious.
And you shall salute with "Present Arms!" those fallen in battle.
— C.Z.C., November 8, 1930
I write these hasty lines to you in the midst of battle. Here, in this whirlpool of risk and dangers, my soul finds the purpose of all its earthly life.
In open battle, the holy hour has now struck that all those who throughout this land are of legionary heart, step with brave joy. It is in the sword that I unsheathed that a troubled and weakened Fatherland places its last hopes with so much confidence.
Who is he who would not behave like a lion when in the play of his sword lies the very existence of our sacred Romania?
The enemy must feel terrorized by the sharpness of this sword. Cowards should step aside. And you, fist tight on the iron handle, surge forward.
On your soldier brows the Country puts Its Blessing. From the height of heaven St. Michael the Archangel protects us, leads us and makes us victorious.
And you shall salute with "Present Arms!" those fallen in battle.
— C.Z.C., November 8, 1930