With grave, fascinated, horror-stricken faces the men of the battalion stood rigid and voiceless gazing at that deeply moving spectacle.

Before their eyes were being paraded the tragic, pathetic remnants of a gallant regiment, which but a few weeks before had stood where they now stood, vital with life, tingling with courage.

At their country's bidding they had ascended that Holy Mount of Sacrifice, to offer upon the altar of the world's freedom their bodies as a living sacrifice unto God, holy and acceptable.

Now, their offering being made, they were being borne back helpless, bruised, shattered but unconquered and eternally glorious.
Silently the two companies gazed at each other across the intervening space.

Then from the window of the train a soldier thrust a bandaged head and bandaged arm.
"Hello there, Canada!" he cried, waving the arm.