Henry Blake Fuller: Killed and wounded on the fields of hate
Henry Blake Fuller
From On the Stairs (1918)
The Great War waged more furiously than ever, and came more close. The country had first said, “You may,” and, later, “You must.”
In his own body there was not one drop of martial blood; in his being not an iota of the bellicose spirit. Why men fight, even why boys fight – all this had been a mystery which he must take on faith, with little help from the fisticuffs and brawls of school-days, or even from the gigantic, agonizing closing-in of whole peoples, now under way.
McComas’s bank, like others, put its office-machinery at the disposal of the Government, when the first war-loan was in the making…McComas himself felt no promptings to subscribe to this loan; but his directors thought that…
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