Great Britain at War

s I journeyed, hearkening to the talk of my companions, men much travelled and of many nationalities, my mind was agog for the marvels and wonders

uture; but surely never have mortal eyes looked on an effort so stupendous and determ

ve been letters also, sheaves of them, in many of which effusions one may discover a wondering surprise that our men can actually and really fight, that Britain is s

e of workshops and factories and shipyards is rising the answering roar of machinery, the thunderous crash of titanic hammers, the hellish rattle of riveters, the wh

erous fingers flash nimbly to and fro, slender fingers, yet fingers contriving death. I have wandered through a wilderness of whirring driving-belts and humming wheels where men and wom

destruction of life-until, in a remote corner, I paused to watch a woman whose dexterous fingers were fitting finished cartridges into clips with wo

shell. I've got a photo of their graves-very neat they look, though bare, and I'll never be able to go and tend 'em, y'see-nor lay a few flowers

ho had cast off selfish grief to aid the Empire, and in her I sa

ng machines, which in their many functions seemed in themselves almost human, pausing now and then to watch and wonder and exchange a word

n felt-a place this, where no dust or grit might be, for here was the magazine, with the filling sheds beyond. And within these long sheds, each seated behind a

iodoform; he ushered me through dining halls long and wide and lofty and lighted by many windows, where countless dinners were served at a trifling cost per h

turning to glance back whence we had

k we are turning out-" here he named

earning good money!

swered the works-manager. "And yet-I don't know, but

, "because it is a great thing to feel that they