Faced with death, they wanted above all else one last communication with a home they had reluctantly left, to fight a war they did not understand. Hurriedly, sometimes awkwardly and unconsciously sententious, always with compelling urgency, they scribbled: "Dearest Mother . . . Dear Dad . . . Dearest Lib . . ."
They were bewildered by the feverish surge of events which had snatched them up: "I didn't want the war in the first place ... I wish there was some way that war could be avoided and that peace would be everlasting in the world . . ."
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