I opened my eyes to another day of pain and peril, with no hope of deliverance.

For usual I am one of those who rise with a glad heart and a great zest for whatever the light may bring.

Now, as I moved my limbs, I found aches everywhere, and but little strength in my bones.

Slowly the events of the last day came back to me--the journey in the dripping woods, the fight in the ravine, the death of my comrade, the long horror of the hours of torture.

No man can be a hero at such an awakening.