military arrangements and from fighting. I feel better for
it.'

"Then I said:

"'Captain, I do the same thing you do. And I find I get
along pretty well.'"

This is the letter a young Catholic wrote the evening before a battle
to his fiancée:

MY DEAR JEANNE:

Tomorrow at ten o'clock, to the sounds of "Sidi Brahim" and
the "Marseillaise" we charge the German lines. The attack
will probably be deadly. On the eve of this great day, which
may be my last, I want to recall to you your promise....
Comfort my mother. For a week she will have no news. Tell
her that when a man is in an attack he can not write to
those he loves. He must be content with thinking of them.
And if time passes and she hears nothing from me, let her
live in hope. Help her. And if you learn at last that I have
fallen on the field of honor, let the words come from your
heart that will console her, my dear Jeanne.

This morning I attended mass and communion with faith. It
was held some yards away from the trenches. If I am to die,
I shall die a Christian and a Frenchman.

I believe in God, in France and in Victory. I believe in