The declaration of war in  London (1914)....
From George MacDonald Fraser’s Mr American (1980):
...."I only wish," the General added, "that when it happens, I could take all the asses who'll be waving flags and cheering and crowding the recruiting office – take 'em all by one collective arm, and say: 'Now then, Jack, you know what you're cheering for? You're cheering at the prospect of having a soft-nosed bullet fired into you pelvis, shattering the bone and spreading it in splinters all through your intestines, and dying in agony two days later – or, if you're really unlucky, surviving for a lifetime of pain, unable to walk, a burden to everyone, and a dam' nuisance to the country that will pay you a pension you can't live off. That, Jack,' I'd tell them, 'is what you're cheering for.' I'd probably be locked up."
This is written in retrospect to his character's (admittedly Harry Flashman's) experiences of armed conflict. I can only assume there is a degree of 'la liberté de parler de la liberté' here (in this case of the mind and of the body).