Here and there, soldiers fall and die.

Even battalions perish; but the war continues.

When I think of all the fights you've been in, since I was put away, I'm unspeakably envious.
You've been through the Tawana Valley strike, the big Consolidated Western lockout and the Imperial Mills massacre.

You were a delegate to the 1923 Revolution Congress, in Berlin, and saw the slaughter in Unter den Linden--helped nurse the wounded comrades, inside the Treptow Park barricades.

Then, out in California--" She checked him, with a hand on his arm.
"Please don't, Gabriel," she entreated.