District Two sings of triumph and eternal glory as they send their best and brightest off to war each year. It is a song known by all, bold and beautiful and beloved.
In the quarries, the miners chant honor and duty and strength in time with their pickaxes. This song runs through the veins of their people the same way the dust hangs in the air like a patched fleece blanket above the town. It is a loud song, but not a happy one.
And they sing an old hymn, hushed with grief, when their children return in a box.