"The sort of thing Johnny and I had boyishly dreamt of, and Bob and I had planned, is a thing for two or three men. Comrades, not lovers. Men in the pride of their strength, each risking his life on his own. Women might not like my saying this, but it is so. Even a woman who is not one’s beloved is in her vulnerability—her frailty and her femaleness and her otherness—a call to the male protective instinct or chivalry to shield her or rescue her, not infrequently at the cost of men’s own lives. Indeed, deep down, she—even if she’s a feminist—expects protection. We, both sexes, are unwise to deny anything so basic.
The Long Trail by Rudyard Kipling
A Boy Scouts Patrol Song by Rudyard Kipling
The Complete Poems of A.B. 'Banjo' Paterson