The Kaiser, had he known of the exhausted ammunition and the mounded dead, could have walked unarmed to the Channel.

But he never knew.
Surgeons being scantier than men at Ypres, one with a compound fracture of the thigh had himself propped up, and thus all day worked on the wounded at the front.

He knew it meant death for him.

The day over, he let them carry him to the rear, and there, from blood-poisoning, he died.

Thus through four frightful years, the British met their duty and their death.
There is the great story of the little penny steamers of the Thames--a story lost amid the gigantic whole.