"God be with you, my son! Do your duty, but be prudent." Not a tear nor a sign of weakness.

All her family had advised her not to accompany her son to the railway station, so his sister had gone with him.

And upon returning home, Marguerite had found her mother rigid in her arm chair, with a set face, avoiding all mention of her son, speaking of the friends who also had sent their boys to the war, as if they only could comprehend her torture.

"Poor Mama! I ought to be with her now more than ever.

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