It has turned effort into destruction.
It has brought strange men to the door-sills of peaceful people; men like their own men, bearing no grudges one against another; men snatched away from their fields and villages where their fathers lie buried, to kill and burn and destroy till this other people are driven from their homes of a thousand years or sit abject and broken.
It has stripped farms and ruined self-sustaining communities, and poured into a bewildered march for succor, the crippled and aged and bedridden, the little children and the women great with child unborn.
It has razed the flowing lines in which the art and aspiration of earlier generations expressed themselves, and has thus waged war upon the dead.
It has tortured and twisted the whole social fabric of the living.
It has burdened our children and our children’s children with a staggering load of debt.
It has inundated the lowlands of the world’s economy with penury and suffering unreckonable, hopelessly depressing standards of living already much too low.
It has rent and trampled upon the net-work of world cooperation in trade and craftsmanship which had made all men fellow-workers.
It has whetted a lust among neutral nations to profit by furnishing the means to prolong its struggles.