A rail? My, you ARE a traditonalist! (And what a good idea!)
It’s the carpenter in me, and I’ve had several on hand, nice and splintery.
“Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect.” Henry V
Don’t know why this is in my head, may perchance be the legend of “pluck yew”, or it might be because of the anuerism.