itur in hostem; et, si fata ferant, iuvat inter proelia ferro posse mori; socium miseret, qui sorte pudenda in morem pecudum effudere cubilibus atris illaudatam animam.
They march to the attack; and, if fate so ordain it, they are glad that the chance of dying by the sword in battle is not denied them; and they pity their comrades who died like sheep and met an ignoble death, drawing their last breath on their dark barrack-beds.
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