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Canadians everywhere have drawn a breath of relief. 

 The energies which have been wasted in jockeying for 

 party position are now concentrating upon effective 

 unity of action. Let us hope so indeed. There must 

 be no want of confidence in the cheers which echo from 

 Canadian trenches. 



For over there where Canada's first line of defence 

 runs from the North Sea through Belgium into France 

 your boy, Mr. Business Man, and your boy, Mr. Farmer, 

 stand shoulder to shoulder. Think you that in the 

 crucible which bares the very souls of men those boys 

 have any thought of class criticism or of selfish grab- 

 bings? In those trenches you will find more practical 

 Christianity, more unselfishness, more true brother- 

 hood than can be realized at this distance. The spirit 

 of sacrifice, the help-one-another idea, the equal share 

 and charity of thought these revitalizing principles 

 will be brought back by our khaki citizens when they 

 march home from victory. It is past belief that there 

 should be anything but complete unity of purpose as 

 they look back for their country's supports. 



A coat of arms on the red field of a British flag, a 

 maple leaf on khaki cap or collar-band, a single name 

 on every shoulder-strap CANADA. All the nations 

 of the earth salute that name. For it is emblazoned 

 on the shell-churned fields of Ypres where, sweltering 

 and bleeding, Canada "saved the day" for all humanity. 

 It is inscribed for all time to come on the Somme on 

 Vimy Ridge on the difficult slopes of Passchendaele. 



Just now, only the War. 



But when in the Years To Be we find ourselves in 

 some far land or in some international circle which 

 Chance, mayhap, has thrown together; when the talk 

 turns upon the Great War and the wonderful victory 



