William Shakespeare on 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.”

“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.”

“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?”