Murders hain't generally planned or committed in class meetin's, and love feasts." "Well," sez Josiah, scratchin' his head, "it is different." But I sez, "How different, Josiah, they are both murders." Sez Josiah, "I guess I'll go down to Grandpa Huff's room and borry the World." But I kep' thinkin' on't after he left about war and what it wuz.

Rivers of human blood flowin' through ruined countries, follered by the horrible specters of pestilence, disease and famine, moral and financial ruin.

Acres and acres of graves filled with forms once full of throbbing life and hope and dreams of future happiness, cut down like grass before the mower.

Wives, mothers, sisters, sweethearts see the sun of their life's joy go down in blackness, their heaven of love and happiness changed into a hell of misery by somebody's quarrel, somebody's greed and ambition.

How many of the common soldiers who make up the great body of the army know or care about the right or wrong of their cause.