If this is the new world it's a far worse one than the old.

Class hatred, discontent, wild extravagance in some places, children starving in others, women mad for pleasure, and the dead forgotten already except by the mothers--the mothers who never to their dying day will see a fresh-faced boy without a sword piercing their hearts and a cry rising to their lips, 'My son! My son!'" "It's all true, Anne," said her husband, "but the sacrifice of love and innocence can never be in vain.

Nothing can ever dim that sacrifice.

The country's dead will save the country as they saved it before.

Those young lives have gone in front to light the way for us." Mrs.Macdonald took up her sock again with a long sigh.
"I wish I could comfort myself with thoughts as you can, John, but I never had any mind.