Some of those men that were joining in the rollicking ragtime tune were dying men.

Some of the eyes kindling with laughter at the broad farce of the play, within a few hours would be gazing upon the mysteries behind the screen of mortal life.

The pathetic chorus of "A Long, Long Trail" always moved me, and I wondered how many of those brave young hearts in the crowded hall, now on "the long, long trail," would ever see again the land of their dreams.

I took good care not to let the men know that I was ever moved by such sentimentalism.

We were out to fight the Germans, and on that one object we had to concentrate all our thoughts to the obliteration of private emotions..