Until he's sure of his food and his roof, and of the care of those dependent on him, if such there be, he canna think of anything else.

And those things, as is richt and proper, his country will take in its charge.
But after that what he wants maist is tae know that he's no going to be helpless all his days.

He wants to feel that he's some use in the world.

Unless he can feel sae, he'd raither ha' stayed in a grave in France, alongside the thousands of others who have stayed there.

It's an awfu' thing to be a laddie, wi' maist of the years of your life still before you to be lived, and to be thinking you micht better be dead.
I know what I'm talking aboot when I speak of this.