Tommy. "Friend."
Sentry (on recognising voice). "Friend! I don't think. Why, you're the chap who bagged my mess-tin before the last kit-inspection."
The War Loan; a Last Appeal.
Now, by the memory of our gallant dead,
And by our hopes of peace through victory won,
Lend of your substance; let it not be said
You left your part undone.
Lend all and gladly. If this bitter strife
May so by one brief hour be sooner stayed,