Shoot straight you bastards and don't make a mess of it!
Executed by firing squad.
Harry Harbord "Breaker" Morant 1902
Shoot straight you bastards and don't make a mess of it!
Farewell, my children, forever. I go to your Father.
Monsieur, I beg your pardon.
I die innocent of all the crimes laid to my charge; I Pardon those who have occasioned my death; and I pray to God that the blood you are going to shed may never be visited on France.
There is no God but Allah and Muhammad is God's messenger.
Consummatum Est (it is finished)
I feel certain that I'm going mad again. I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices
"Football Season Is Over."
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax This won't hurt.
Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool - good luck.
I must end it. There's no hope left. I'll be at peace. No one had anything to do with this. My decision totally.
Don't worry, it's not loaded.
I'm better off dead. I'm done
And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living color, you're about to see another first - an attempted suicide.
All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
Lets see if this will do it.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness -- furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.