Iroh's apology to his son, for what it is worth now:

 

Leaves from the vine,

Falling so slow,

Like fragile, tiny shells,

drifting in the foam.

 

Little soldier boy,

Comes marching home,

Brave soldier boy,

Comes marching home.

 

 

 

 

It's always the children we're sending to war.

 

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