of these men was to return to the front line. Some of them cursed the ill luck which had removed them from the firing line. They were determined to get back there and avenge the wounds which theyhad received at the hands of the fascists.

They showed no trace of fear. Life was something they had to give, if need be, to secure the overthrow of fascism on this earth. Death had no terrors for them. They are think» ing these thoughts as they lie there. They are also thinking about the folks at home. “How are the folks doing back home?” they would ask me; They prize a little token from the folks at home. A letterfrom a friend means a great deal to a wounded man. Many of them asked me to request friends to write. A short letter, now and then; a small gift, an article

for personal use stimulates the mind and cheers the heart of

the soldier boy, who is bearing the hard brunt of war.

The consignment of goods sent by the Friends of the Mac’

‘ kenzie—Papineau Battalion were appreciated beyond words to ex’

press. The effect upon the minds of the men is enduring. There is established a sense of trust and repose in their consciousness that the people at home are not merely thinking about them. but action is being taken to give concrete expression to our firm support. We cannot all be out there on the front line with them. But we can all have a part in giving some tangible expression to our belief that they are out there for us and we are on the second line for them.

TA. E. Smith.

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