all that I have left to the
country and the cause." [4]

Hear that young soldier of France, Alfred Casalis, a brilliant student
of philosophy and theology, a Student Volunteer for the African mission
field, as he writes home to his father and mother at the age of
nineteen: "I volunteered of course. I know with an unalterable
knowledge and with an unconquerable confidence that the foundation of
my faith is unshakeable, it rests upon the Rock. I shall fight with a
good conscience and without fear (I hope), certainly without hate. I
feel myself filled with an illimitable hope. You can have no idea of
the peace in which I live. On the march I sing inwardly. I listen to
the music that is slumbering inside me. The Master's call is always
ringing loudly in my ears. I am not afraid of death. I have made the
sacrifice of my life. I know that to die is to begin to live." And
the last sentence of the unfinished letter written before the charge in
which he fell, "The attack cannot but succeed. There will be some
wounded, some killed, but we shall _go forward_ and far--" In the
other pocket of his coat, at the end of his will were the words, "'I
have fought the good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the
faith.' And I would that all my friends, all those who are every
moment with me, and whose hearts beat with mine, should repeat the word
of our hope, 'Because I live, ye shall live also.'" [5]

Professor Gilbert Murray, of Oxford, writes thus of the sacrifice of
the men for us: "As for me personally, there is one thought that is
always with me--the thought that other men are dying for me, better
men, younger, with more hope in their lives, many of whom I have taught
and loved. The orthodox Christian will be familiar with the thought of
One who loved you dying for you. I would like to say that now I seem
to be familiar with the feeling that something innocent, something
great, something that loved me, is dying, and is dying daily for me.
That is the sort of community we now are--a community in which one man
dies for his brother."

Yes, these boys are making the great sacrifice for us. With 5,000,000
who have already been killed, with 10,000,000 of our own sons enrolled.
as subject to their call to the colors when needed, with hundreds of
American army camps at home and in France already crowded with men,
what sacrifice can we make for them? How can we surround their lives
with the best influences of h