It cost innocent life and untold agony.
It was daily costing conscience and character.
It was costing Germany that standing among the nations which is so necessary to the future, and she was sacrificing her national honor for transitory dreams of power and wealth.
The Germans had employed the most fearful implements that the genius of their fertile brains could devise.
Liquid fire which seared the flesh, and electric currents which burned most dreadfully, were among the lighter forms of their torturous warfare.
The poison gases capped the climax.
One afternoon, at the second battle of Ypres, they let loose this demon of the devil.
From a distance of two miles the ambulance men had been watching the engagement, waiting for the signal to come forward to transport the wounded men.
The field glasses betrayed every movement on the battle line.
Suddenly, and without any apparent cause, the Allied lines seemed to break, and the fields were alive with running figures.