Hey, he's thinking positive, you gotta like that.
If I do live till I'm 90, I am not so sure I would want to shoot. But, I hope I will.
You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the redcoats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.