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it bulked large to the civilian who resented inconvenience and discomfort because he had only known their opposites, but the soldiers real thoughts were concerned with other things. He was engaged in spiritual acts. He was accomplishing spiritual purposes as truly as the murder of faith and religion. He was moved by spiritual impulses, the evocation of duty, the loyal dependence of comradeship, the spirit of sacrifice, the complete surrender of the body to the will of the soul. This was the side of war which men needed most to recognize. They needed it not only because it was the true side, but because nothing else could Kendall and sustain the enduring flame of heroism and men's hearts. It was atmospheric a new air which men breathed, producing new energies and forms of thought. Men were rediscovering themselves their own forgotten mobility's, the latent mobility's in all, men bound together in the daily obedience of self surrender, urged by the conditions of their task to regard duty as inexorable, confronted by the pitiless destruction of the body. They were forced into a new recognition of the spiritual values of life in the common conventional use of the term. These men were not religious, there was much in their speech and in their conduct, which would outrage the standards of a narrow pie. It is um traditional creeds and forms of faith had scant authority for them, but they had made their own a surer faith than lives in creeds. It was expressed not in words, but acts. They had freed their souls from the tyrannies of time and the fear of death they had accomplished. Indeed, that very emancipation of the soul, which is the essential evangel of all religions, which all religions urge on men, but which few men really achieve. However earnestly they profess the forms of pious faith, this was the true glory of the trenches. They were the calvary's of a new redemption being brought out for men by soiled, unconscious christ, and as from that ancient calvary, with all its agony of shame, torture and dereliction there flowed a flood of light which made a new dawn for the world. So from these obscure crucifixions there would come to men a new revelation of the splendor of the human soul, the true definitive E that dwells in man, The God, made manifest in the flesh by acts of valor heroism and self sacrifice, which transcend the instincts and promptings of the flesh, and bear witness to the indestructible life of the spirit. It is to express these thoughts and convictions that this book was written. It is a record of things deeply felt seen, and experienced this first of all, and chiefly the lesson of what is recorded is incidental and implicit. It is left to the discovery of the reader and yet is so plainly indicated that he cannot fail to discover it. We shall all see this war quite wrongly, and shall interpret it by imperfect and base equivalence. If we see it only as a human struggle for human ends, we shall air yet more miserably. If all our thoughts and sensations about it are drawn from its physical horror, the deformation of our common manhood on the battlefield, the hopeless waste and havoc of it all. We shall only view it in its real perspective when we recognize the spiritual impulses which directed and the strange spiritual efficacy that is in it, to burn out the deep fiber cancer of doubt and decadence which has long threatened civilization with a slow corrupt death. 75 years ago. Miss Browning writing on the Greek, Christians, poets used a striking sentence to which the condition of human thought today lends a new emphasis we want, she said, the touch of christ's hands upon our literature as it touched other dead things. We want the sense of the saturation of christ's blood upon the souls of our poets, that it may cry through them, an answer to the ceaseless whale of the spinks of our humanity expounding agony into renovation. Something of this had been perceived in art when its glory was at the fullest. It is this glory of divine sacrifice, which is the glory of the trenches. It is because the writer recognizes this, that he is able to walk undisputed aid among things terrible and dismaying and to expound agony into renovation.