20 December 1916-10 January 1917

This is a direct quote of Browning's poem Prospice

I was ever a fighter, so--one fight more.
  The best and the last!
  I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore,
  And bade me creep past.
  No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers
  The heroes of old,
  Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears
  Of pain, darkness, and cold.
  For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,
  The black minute's at end.
  And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave
  Shall dwindle, shall blend.