To paraphrase Housman:
Smart man, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay ...
Now he will not “swell the rout” of men who must stand by and watch this nation spiral into irrelevance.
Maybe he’s the lucky one.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.