CONCLUSION. 



This book has been written in spare hours 

 off duty while the air throbbed all round me. 

 The crackling rifle fire at the butts, the uproar 

 of the batteries at practice and frequent bursts 

 of bombs, the buzzing aeroplanes as they pass 

 overhead, rumble of transport trains, and 

 tramp of marching troops, bands on a Sunday, 

 and choirs of trumpets sounding the evening 

 calls are echoes, all of them, from the great 

 thunders of the Armageddon. 



The sounds will die away into the distance 

 to a last muttering beyond the skyline. Then 

 those who are left of us will put away our 

 weapons and our saddles, and go back to civil 

 Ufe. But we shall all be changed. 



No man returning from a journey, has ever 

 come back with the same self into his former 

 life. From this travail we shall come changed 

 into a diiferent world. A new and realized 

 manhood will meet a tried and bettered woman- 

 hood. We shall not any more be able to live 

 content in the old world of selfishness and 



