His breastplates gleaming
      His bombers diving
      His metal raining, driving-- 
      It is not enough to foreshorten Time's movement, to say: "Tomorrow will be the day." It was not enough for you, Barbusse, nor for those slain About Thermopolae.
      And in this ominous Barbed peace, we know: It is not enough for us.
      1938-9Words Before Battle