No, no, the poisonous cancer must be cut out. The power of the German war caste must be destroyed so that the people might live in peace.
Christianity stood for brotherhood, purity, truth, honour, love, mercy—it stood for the peace of the world, while this War God of Germany stood like a great Colossus making all these things impossible.
Bob felt as though a great burden had fallen from him! His eyes were opened! His duty was clear!
The next morning he found his way to a recruiting station which he had previously noticed. All hesitation had gone. Not a suggestion of his old qualms occurred to him. He had no more doubt about his duty to fight in this quarrel than he would have doubted about his duty if a mad dog were in the district.
When he arrived at the station, a number of young men had gathered. Some belonged to the poorest and most uneducated classes; but in the main they were clerks, assistants in shops, and young tradesmen. A few of them, Bob judged, were of the professional class. They were in a group by themselves, and did not seem at home amidst their present surroundings. They looked curiously towards Bob as he came up, and seemed to be carefully summing him up.
Bob nodded in a friendly way.
"Joining?" asked one.
"Yes," replied Bob.
"Had any previous training?"