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I turned and shook hands with him and said good bye, for I wished to see again our old front line that we used to hold over the hill, now empty, silent at last. "The Boche is defeated," I said. I TURNED AND SHOOK HANDS WITH HIM AND SAID GOOD BYE FOR I WISHED TO SEE AGAIN OUR OLD FRONT LINE THAT WE USED TO HOLD OVER THE HILL NOW EMPTY SILENT AT LAST THE BOCH IS DEFEATED I SAID
e seasons move over your garden, you shall busy yourself with your home, and speak and share with your neighbours innumerable small joys, and find consolation and beauty, and at last rest, in and around the church whose spire you see from your home. You, señor, with your son perhaps growing up, perhaps wearing already some sword that you wore once, you can turn back to your memories or look with hope to the future with equal ease. The man that I met in Croisilles had none of these things at all. He had that one hope only. Do not, I pray you, by your voice or vote, or by any power or influence that you have, do anything to take away from this poor old Frenchman the only little hope he has left. The more trivial his odd hope appears to you compared with your own high hopes that come so easily to you amongst all your fields and houses, the more cruel a thing must it be to take it from him. I learned many things in Croisilles, and the last of them is this strange one the old man taught me. IN YOUR FUTURE YOU SHALL SEE THE SEASONS MOVE OVER YOUR GARDEN YOU SHALL BUSY YOURSELF WITH YOUR HOME AND SPEAK AND SHARE WITH YOUR NEIGHBOURS INNUMERABLE SMALL JOYS AND FIND CONSOLATION AND BEAUTY AND AT LAST REST IN AND AROUND THE CHURCH WHOSE SPIRE YOU SEE FROM YOUR HOME YOU SENOR WITH YOUR SON PERHAPS GROWING UP PERHAPS WEARING ALREADY SOME SWORD THAT YOU WORE ONCE YOU CAN TURN BACK TO YOUR MEMORIES OR LOOK WITH HOPE TO THE FUTURE WITH EQUAL EASE THE MAN THAT I MET IN QUASIA HAD NONE OF THESE THINGS AT ALL HE HAD THAT ONE HOPE ONLY DO NOT I PRAY YOU BY YOUR VOICE OR VOTE OR BY ANY POWER OR INFLUENCE THAT YOU HAVE DO ANY THING TO TAKE AWAY FROM THIS POOR OLD FRENCHMAN THE ONLY LITTLE HOPE HE HAS LEFT THE MORE TRIVIAL HIS ODD HOPE APPEARS TO YOU COMPARED WITH YOUR OWN HIGH HOPES THAT COME SO EASILY TO YOU AMONGST ALL YOUR FIELDS AND HOUSES THE MORE CRUEL A THING MUST IT BE TO TAKE IT FROM HIM I LEARN MANY THINGS IN QUAZIA AND THE LAST OF THEM IS THIS STRANGE ONE THE OLD MAN TAUGHT ME
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