The world seemed suddenly to have gone mad.
All civilization appeared to be tottering.

The Japanese Prime Minister, on the night war was declared, said, "This is the end of Europe." In a sense his words were true.

Already we see power shifted from nations in Europe to that great Empire which is in its youth, whose home is in Europe, but whose dominions are scattered over the wide world, and also to that new Empire of America, which came in to the war at the end with such determination and high resolve.

The destinies of mankind are now in the hands of the English-speaking nations and France.
In those hot August days, a camp at Valcartier was prepared in a lovely valley surrounded by the old granite hills of the Laurentians, the oldest range of mountains in the world.

The Canadian units began to collect, and the lines of white tents were laid out.