We serve in one army there.
Do not our wounded as well as your own bless the sight of your face and the sound of your voice amongst them ?" "And have they not cause to bless the name of that brave officer who, in spite of his own weakness and suffering, would not rest until he had seen in person that all were cared for--foes as well as friends?
Yes, truly, Monsieur, in one warfare we can stand upon the same side, and fight the same battle against disease and suffering and death.

I would that this were the only kind of warfare that is known in the world!" "And I too--sometimes," replied Wolfe, lying back again on his pillows and looking dreamily out before him.

"There are moments, it is true, when the battle fever works in a man's blood, and war seems to him then a glorious game.

But it has its terrible and hateful side, as every soldier knows well.

And yet the day seems far away when wars shall be no more." "Indeed yes," answered Madame Drucour, with a little sigh; "we have a sorrowful prospect before us yet.