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Outside in the yard were
other men, now employees of his, who would soon be in khaki. Out
of every group there in a short time some would be gone, and of
those who would go a certain number would never come back. That
was what war was; one day a group of men, laboring with their hands
or their brains, that some little home might live; that they might
go back at evening to that home, and there rest for the next day's
toil. And the next, gone. Every man out there in the yard was
loved by some one. To a certain number of them this day meant
death, or wounding. It meant separation, and suffering, and
struggle.
And all over the country there were such groups.
The roar of the plant came in through the open window. A freight
car was being loaded with finished shells. As fast as it was filled,
another car was shunted along the spur to take its place. Over in
Germany, in hundreds of similar plants, similar shells were being
hurried to the battle line, to be hurled against the new army that
was soon to cross the seas.


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