August 19, 2025 • 19 mins
Delve into the gripping true story of M. C. Simmons, a Canadian soldier who found himself at the mercy of the German Army during the tumultuous early days of World War I. This narrative chronicles his harrowing sixteen months as a prisoner of war, detailing his interactions with fellow captives from Allied forces, as well as his insightful observations of his captors and their homeland. Most strikingly, we follow Simmons through his daring escape attempts—each more audacious than the last—his subsequent recaptures and punishments, and the perilous journey through enemy territory that defined his relentless spirit. As McClung notes, Private Simmons is a close and accurate observer who sees clearly and talks well. He tells a straightforward, unadorned tale, every sentence of which is true, and convincing. Prepare to be captivated by a story of resilience and courage.
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Section fourteen of Three Times and Out by Nellie mc lung.
This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter sixteen
The Invisible Brotherhood. A special guard was sent from Venemore
to bring us back, and we had to leave our
(00:21):
comfortable quarters at Meppen and go back with him. The
guard took a stout rope and tied us together, my
right wrist to Edward's left, and when we were securely
roped up, he tried to enlighten us further by dancing
around us, shouting and brandishing his gun, occasionally putting it
(00:42):
against our heads and pretending he was about to draw
the trigger. This was his way of explaining that he
would shoot us if we didn't behave ourselves. We tried
to look back at him with easy indifference, and when
he saw that he had not succeeded in frightening us,
he soon ceased to try. However, from the wicked looks
(01:05):
he gave us, we could see that he would be
glad to shoot us if he had a reasonable excuse.
At the station in Meppin where he took us fully
an hour before train time, as we stood in the
waiting room with the guard beside us, the people came
and looked curiously at us. The groups grew larger and larger,
(01:28):
until we were the center of quite a circle. We
did not enjoy the notoriety very much, but the guard
enjoyed it immensely, for was he not the keeper of
two hardened and desperate men. We noticed that the majority
of the women were dressed in black. Some of them
were poor, sad, spiritless looking creatures who would make any
(01:52):
person sorry for them, and others I saw whose faces
were as hard as the men's. The majority of them, however,
seemed to be quite indifferent. They showed neither hostility nor
friendliness to us. We changed cars at Lair, where on
the platform a drunken German soldier lurched against us, and,
(02:15):
seeing us tied together, offered to lend us his knife
to cut the cord, but the guard quickly frustrated his
kind intention. At Oldenburg, we were herded through the crowded
station and taken out on the road for Venemore, the
guard marching solemnly behind us. He knew we had no
(02:36):
firearms and we were tied together. But when Ted put
his free hand in his pocket to find some chocolate,
as we walked along. The guard screamed at him in fear.
He seemed to be afraid we would in some way
outwit him, but he was quite safe from us, not
(02:56):
that we were afraid of either him or his gun,
for I think I could have swung suddenly around on
him and got his gun away from him, while Edwards
cut our cords with the knife which was in my
little package. I think he knew that we could do this,
and that is why he was so frightened. But there
(03:17):
was one big reason which caused us to walk quietly
and peaceably forward to take our punishment, and that was
the River Ems, with its cruel sweep of icy water
and its guarded bridges. We knew it was impossible to
cross it at this season of the year, so the
guard was safe. We would not resist him, but already
(03:41):
we were planning our next escape when the flood had
subsided and the summer had come to warm the water.
He had a malicious spirit, this guard, and when we
came to Vanemoor and were put in our cells, he
wanted our overcoats taken from us, although the c were
as cold as outside. The sergeant of the guard objected
(04:05):
to this and said we were not being punished, but
only held here, and therefore we should not be deprived
of our coats. Several times that night, when we stamped
up and down to keep from freezing, I thought of
the guard and his desire that our coats should be
taken from us, And I wondered what sort of training
(04:25):
or education could produce as mean a spirit as that.
Surely I thought he must have been cruelly treated to
be so hard of heart, or probably he knew that
the way of promotion in the German army is to
show no softness of spirit. But the morning came at last,
(04:47):
and we were taken before the commandant, and wondered what
he would have to say to us. We were pretty
sure that we had not retained his friendship. He did
not say much to us. When we were ushered into
his little office and stood before his desk, he spoke
as before through an interpreter. He looked thin and worried,
(05:10):
and as usual, the questions were put to us, why
did we want to leave? What reason has we Was
it the food or was it because we had to work?
We said it was not for either of these. We
wanted to regain our freedom. We were free men and
did not want to be held in an enemy country. Besides,
(05:33):
we were needed. We could see the commandant had no
interest in our patriotic emotions. He merely wanted to wash
his hands of us. And when we said it was
not on account of the poor food or having to work,
I think he breathed easier. Would we sign a paper?
(05:54):
He asked us then to show this, and we said
we would. So. The paper was pretty deuced, and we
signed it after the interpreter had read and explained it
to us. In the cells, the food was just the
same as we had had before in the regular prison camp.
They seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of that soup.
(06:18):
We wondered if there was a flowing well of it
somewhere in the bog. The food was no worse, but
sometimes the guards forgot us. The whole camp seemed to
be running at loose ends, and sometimes the guards did
not come near us for half a day. But we
were not so badly off as they thought, for we
(06:38):
got in things from our friends. On the first morning,
when we were taken to the lavatory, we saw some
of the boys. They were very sorry to know we
had been caught and told us Bromley had been sent
to Oldenburg a few days before for his punishment. They
also told us that the night we escaped aped no
(07:00):
alarm had been given, although the guards may have noticed
the hanging wires. Several of the boys had had the
notion to go when they saw the wires down, but
they were afraid of being caught. The general opinion was
that the guards knew we had gone, but did not
give the alarm until morning because they had no desire
(07:22):
to cross the bog at night. Our method of getting
stuff to the cell was simple. I wore my own
overcoat to the lavatory and hung it up inside. When
I went to get it, I found another coat was
hanging beside it, which I put on and wore back
to the cell. In the pocket of the other coat
(07:44):
I found things bread, cheese, sardines, biscuits and books. The
next day I wore the other coat and got my own,
and found its pockets equally well supplied. It was a
fellow called Egalden whose coat I had on alternate days.
He watched for me and timed his visit to the
(08:06):
lavatory to suit me. Of course, the other boys helped
him with the contributions Edwards was equally well supplied in
the prison camp, the word friend as an active and
positive quality in it, which it sometimes lacks in normal times.
On the second night in the cell, I suffered from
(08:29):
the cold, for it was a very frosty night, and
as the cells were not heeded at all, they were
quite as cold as outside. I was stamping up and
down with my overcoat buttoned up to the neck and
my hands in my pockets, trying to keep warm. When
the new guard came on at seven o'clock, he shouted
(08:51):
something at me which I did not understand, but I
kept on walking. Then he pounded on the wall with
the butt of his rifle, crying Schloffen, Schloffen, to which
I replied, nick, Schloffen, I can't sleep. I then heard
the key turn in the door, and I did not
(09:12):
know what might be coming. When he came in, he
blew his breath in the frosty air and asked Calt.
I did not think he needed to take my evidence.
It certainly was Calt. Then he muttered something which I
did not understand, and went out, returning about twenty minutes
(09:33):
later with a blanket which he had taken from one
of the empty beds in the riviere. I knew he
was running a grave risk in doing this, for it
is a serious offense for a guard to show kindness
to a prisoner, and I thanked him warmly. He told
me he would have to take it away again in
the morning when he came on guard again, and I
(09:55):
knew he did not want any of the other guards
to see it. Word of thanks he cut short by saying,
bitte bitte ittuis gerne. I do it gladly, and his
manner indicated that his only regret was that he could
not do more. I thought about him that night when
(10:17):
I sat with the blanket wrapt around me, and I
wondered about this German soldier. He evidently belonged to the
same class as the first German soldier I had met
after I was captured, who tried to bandage my shoulder
when the shells were falling around us. To the same
class as good old song kat Gizen, who, though he
(10:39):
could speak no English, made us feel his kindness in
a hundred ways. To the same class as the German
soldier who lifted me down from the train when on
my way to roulers. This man was one of them,
and I began to be conscious of that invisible brotherhood
which is stronger and more more enduring than any tie
(11:01):
of nationality, For it wipes out the differences of creed,
or race, or geographical boundary and supersedes them all. For
it is a brotherhood of spirit, and bears no relation
to these things. To those who belonged to it, I
am akin, no matter where they were born, or what
(11:25):
the color of their uniform. Then I remembered how bitterly
we resented the action of a British sergeant major at Giesen,
who had been appointed by the German officer in charge
to see after a working party of our boys. Working
parties were not popular, we had no desire to help
(11:46):
the enemy, and one little Chap, the Highland bugler from Montreal,
refused to go out. The German officer was disposed to
look lightly on the boy's offence, saying he would come
all right, But the British sergeant major insisted that the
lad be punished, and he was. I thought of these
(12:08):
things that night in the cell, and as I slept
propped up in the corner, I dreamed of that glad
day when the invisible Brotherhood will bind together all the world,
and men will no more go out to kill and
wound and maim their fellow men. But their strength will
be measured against sin and ignorance, disease and poverty, and
(12:34):
against these only will they fight, and not against each other.
When I awakened in the morning, stiff and cramped and shivering,
my dream seemed dim and vague and far away, But
it had not entirely faded that day. The guard who
(12:55):
brought me soup was a new one whom I had
not seen before, and he told me he was one
of the twenty five new men who had been sent
down the night we escaped. I was anxious to ask
him many things, but I knew he dared not tell me. However,
he came in and sat down beside me, and the
(13:16):
soup that he brought was steaming hot, and he had
taken it from the bottom of the pot, where there
were actual traces of meat and plenty of vegetables. Instead
of the usual bowlful, he had brought me a full quart,
and from the recesses of his coat he produced half
a loaf of white bread, Swiss bread, we called it,
(13:39):
and it was a great treat for me. I found
out afterwards that Ted had received the other half. The
guard told me to keep hidden what I did not
eat then, so I knew he was breaking the rules
and giving it to me. He sat with his gun
between his knees, muzzle upwards, and while I ate the soup,
(14:01):
he talked to me, asking me where I came from
and what I had been doing before the war. When
I told him I had been a carpenter, he said
he was a bridge builder of Trieste, and he said,
I wish I was back at it. It is more
to my liking to build things than to destroy them.
(14:23):
I said, I like my old job better than this
one too, whereupon he broke out impatiently, we're fools to
fight each other. What spite have you and I at
each other? I told him we had no quarrel with
the German people, but we knew the military despotism of
Germany had to be literally smashed to pieces before there
(14:45):
could be any peace, and naturally enough, the German people
had to suffer for having allowed such a tyrant to
exist in their country. We were all suffering in the process.
I said, it's money, he said, after a pause, It
is the money interests that work against human interests every
(15:07):
time and all the time. The big ones have their
iron heel on our necks. They lash us with a
whip of starvation. They have controlled our education, our preachers,
government and everything. And the reason they brought on the
war is that they were afraid of us. We were
(15:27):
getting too strong. In the last election, we had nearly
a majority, and the capitalists saw we were going to
get the upper hand. So to set back the world,
they brought on the war to kill us off. At first,
we refuse to fight, some of us, but they played
(15:48):
up the hatred of England which they have bred in us,
and they stampeded many of our people on the love
of the fatherland. Our ranks broke, our leaders were put
in jail, and some were shot. It's hard to go
back on your country too. But I don't believe in
nationalities any more. Nationalities are a curse, and as long
(16:13):
as we have them, the ruling class will play us off,
one against the other to gain their own ends. There
is only one race, the human race, and only two
divisions of it. There are those who represent money rights
and special privileges, and those who stand for human rights.
(16:35):
The more you think of it, the more you will
see the whole fabric of society resolving itself into these
two classes. The whole military system is built on the
sacrifice of human rights. I looked at him in astonishment.
Who are you, i asked. I am just a bridge builder,
(17:00):
he answered, But I am a follower of Leibnecht. We
can't do much until the Prussian system is defeated. There
are just a few of us here. The guard who
got you the blanket is one of us. We do
what we can for the prisoners. Sometimes we are caught
(17:20):
and strafed. There is no place for kindness in our army,
he added, sadly. I must go now, he said. I
heard one of the guards say we were going to
be moved on to another camp. I may not see
you again, but I'll speak to a guard I know
who will try to get the good soup for you.
(17:43):
The sergeant of the guard is all right, but some
of them are devils. They are looking for promotion and
know the way to get it is to excel in cruelty.
We shall not meet, but remember we shall win. Germany's
military power will be defeated. Russia's military power is crumbling.
(18:07):
Now the military power of the world is going down
to defeat, but the people of all nations are going
to win. We stood up and shook hands, and he
went out, locking me in the cell. As before, I
have thought long and often of the bridge Builder of
(18:29):
Trieste and his vision of the victory which is coming
to the world. And I too can see that it
is coming. Not by explosions and bombardments, with the shrieks
of the wounded and the groans of the dying. Not
that way will it come. But when these have passed,
(18:50):
there shall be heard a still small voice which will
be the voice of God. And its words shall be
Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. End of section fourteen.
Section fourteen of Three Times and Out by Nellie mc lung.
This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter sixteen
The Invisible Brotherhood. A special guard was sent from Venemore
to bring us back, and we had to leave our
(00:21):
comfortable quarters at Meppen and go back with him. The
guard took a stout rope and tied us together, my
right wrist to Edward's left, and when we were securely
roped up, he tried to enlighten us further by dancing
around us, shouting and brandishing his gun, occasionally putting it
(00:42):
against our heads and pretending he was about to draw
the trigger. This was his way of explaining that he
would shoot us if we didn't behave ourselves. We tried
to look back at him with easy indifference, and when
he saw that he had not succeeded in frightening us,
he soon ceased to try. However, from the wicked looks
(01:05):
he gave us, we could see that he would be
glad to shoot us if he had a reasonable excuse.
At the station in Meppin where he took us fully
an hour before train time, as we stood in the
waiting room with the guard beside us, the people came
and looked curiously at us. The groups grew larger and larger,
(01:28):
until we were the center of quite a circle. We
did not enjoy the notoriety very much, but the guard
enjoyed it immensely, for was he not the keeper of
two hardened and desperate men. We noticed that the majority
of the women were dressed in black. Some of them
were poor, sad, spiritless looking creatures who would make any
(01:52):
person sorry for them, and others I saw whose faces
were as hard as the men's. The majority of them, however,
seemed to be quite indifferent. They showed neither hostility nor
friendliness to us. We changed cars at Lair, where on
the platform a drunken German soldier lurched against us, and,
(02:15):
seeing us tied together, offered to lend us his knife
to cut the cord, but the guard quickly frustrated his
kind intention. At Oldenburg, we were herded through the crowded
station and taken out on the road for Venemore, the
guard marching solemnly behind us. He knew we had no
(02:36):
firearms and we were tied together. But when Ted put
his free hand in his pocket to find some chocolate,
as we walked along. The guard screamed at him in fear.
He seemed to be afraid we would in some way
outwit him, but he was quite safe from us, not
(02:56):
that we were afraid of either him or his gun,
for I think I could have swung suddenly around on
him and got his gun away from him, while Edwards
cut our cords with the knife which was in my
little package. I think he knew that we could do this,
and that is why he was so frightened. But there
(03:17):
was one big reason which caused us to walk quietly
and peaceably forward to take our punishment, and that was
the River Ems, with its cruel sweep of icy water
and its guarded bridges. We knew it was impossible to
cross it at this season of the year, so the
guard was safe. We would not resist him, but already
(03:41):
we were planning our next escape when the flood had
subsided and the summer had come to warm the water.
He had a malicious spirit, this guard, and when we
came to Vanemoor and were put in our cells, he
wanted our overcoats taken from us, although the c were
as cold as outside. The sergeant of the guard objected
(04:05):
to this and said we were not being punished, but
only held here, and therefore we should not be deprived
of our coats. Several times that night, when we stamped
up and down to keep from freezing, I thought of
the guard and his desire that our coats should be
taken from us, And I wondered what sort of training
(04:25):
or education could produce as mean a spirit as that.
Surely I thought he must have been cruelly treated to
be so hard of heart, or probably he knew that
the way of promotion in the German army is to
show no softness of spirit. But the morning came at last,
(04:47):
and we were taken before the commandant, and wondered what
he would have to say to us. We were pretty
sure that we had not retained his friendship. He did
not say much to us. When we were ushered into
his little office and stood before his desk, he spoke
as before through an interpreter. He looked thin and worried,
(05:10):
and as usual, the questions were put to us, why
did we want to leave? What reason has we Was
it the food or was it because we had to work?
We said it was not for either of these. We
wanted to regain our freedom. We were free men and
did not want to be held in an enemy country. Besides,
(05:33):
we were needed. We could see the commandant had no
interest in our patriotic emotions. He merely wanted to wash
his hands of us. And when we said it was
not on account of the poor food or having to work,
I think he breathed easier. Would we sign a paper?
(05:54):
He asked us then to show this, and we said
we would. So. The paper was pretty deuced, and we
signed it after the interpreter had read and explained it
to us. In the cells, the food was just the
same as we had had before in the regular prison camp.
They seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of that soup.
(06:18):
We wondered if there was a flowing well of it
somewhere in the bog. The food was no worse, but
sometimes the guards forgot us. The whole camp seemed to
be running at loose ends, and sometimes the guards did
not come near us for half a day. But we
were not so badly off as they thought, for we
(06:38):
got in things from our friends. On the first morning,
when we were taken to the lavatory, we saw some
of the boys. They were very sorry to know we
had been caught and told us Bromley had been sent
to Oldenburg a few days before for his punishment. They
also told us that the night we escaped aped no
(07:00):
alarm had been given, although the guards may have noticed
the hanging wires. Several of the boys had had the
notion to go when they saw the wires down, but
they were afraid of being caught. The general opinion was
that the guards knew we had gone, but did not
give the alarm until morning because they had no desire
(07:22):
to cross the bog at night. Our method of getting
stuff to the cell was simple. I wore my own
overcoat to the lavatory and hung it up inside. When
I went to get it, I found another coat was
hanging beside it, which I put on and wore back
to the cell. In the pocket of the other coat
(07:44):
I found things bread, cheese, sardines, biscuits and books. The
next day I wore the other coat and got my own,
and found its pockets equally well supplied. It was a
fellow called Egalden whose coat I had on alternate days.
He watched for me and timed his visit to the
(08:06):
lavatory to suit me. Of course, the other boys helped
him with the contributions Edwards was equally well supplied in
the prison camp, the word friend as an active and
positive quality in it, which it sometimes lacks in normal times.
On the second night in the cell, I suffered from
(08:29):
the cold, for it was a very frosty night, and
as the cells were not heeded at all, they were
quite as cold as outside. I was stamping up and
down with my overcoat buttoned up to the neck and
my hands in my pockets, trying to keep warm. When
the new guard came on at seven o'clock, he shouted
(08:51):
something at me which I did not understand, but I
kept on walking. Then he pounded on the wall with
the butt of his rifle, crying Schloffen, Schloffen, to which
I replied, nick, Schloffen, I can't sleep. I then heard
the key turn in the door, and I did not
(09:12):
know what might be coming. When he came in, he
blew his breath in the frosty air and asked Calt.
I did not think he needed to take my evidence.
It certainly was Calt. Then he muttered something which I
did not understand, and went out, returning about twenty minutes
(09:33):
later with a blanket which he had taken from one
of the empty beds in the riviere. I knew he
was running a grave risk in doing this, for it
is a serious offense for a guard to show kindness
to a prisoner, and I thanked him warmly. He told
me he would have to take it away again in
the morning when he came on guard again, and I
(09:55):
knew he did not want any of the other guards
to see it. Word of thanks he cut short by saying,
bitte bitte ittuis gerne. I do it gladly, and his
manner indicated that his only regret was that he could
not do more. I thought about him that night when
(10:17):
I sat with the blanket wrapt around me, and I
wondered about this German soldier. He evidently belonged to the
same class as the first German soldier I had met
after I was captured, who tried to bandage my shoulder
when the shells were falling around us. To the same
class as good old song kat Gizen, who, though he
(10:39):
could speak no English, made us feel his kindness in
a hundred ways. To the same class as the German
soldier who lifted me down from the train when on
my way to roulers. This man was one of them,
and I began to be conscious of that invisible brotherhood
which is stronger and more more enduring than any tie
(11:01):
of nationality, For it wipes out the differences of creed,
or race, or geographical boundary and supersedes them all. For
it is a brotherhood of spirit, and bears no relation
to these things. To those who belonged to it, I
am akin, no matter where they were born, or what
(11:25):
the color of their uniform. Then I remembered how bitterly
we resented the action of a British sergeant major at Giesen,
who had been appointed by the German officer in charge
to see after a working party of our boys. Working
parties were not popular, we had no desire to help
(11:46):
the enemy, and one little Chap, the Highland bugler from Montreal,
refused to go out. The German officer was disposed to
look lightly on the boy's offence, saying he would come
all right, But the British sergeant major insisted that the
lad be punished, and he was. I thought of these
(12:08):
things that night in the cell, and as I slept
propped up in the corner, I dreamed of that glad
day when the invisible Brotherhood will bind together all the world,
and men will no more go out to kill and
wound and maim their fellow men. But their strength will
be measured against sin and ignorance, disease and poverty, and
(12:34):
against these only will they fight, and not against each other.
When I awakened in the morning, stiff and cramped and shivering,
my dream seemed dim and vague and far away, But
it had not entirely faded that day. The guard who
(12:55):
brought me soup was a new one whom I had
not seen before, and he told me he was one
of the twenty five new men who had been sent
down the night we escaped. I was anxious to ask
him many things, but I knew he dared not tell me. However,
he came in and sat down beside me, and the
(13:16):
soup that he brought was steaming hot, and he had
taken it from the bottom of the pot, where there
were actual traces of meat and plenty of vegetables. Instead
of the usual bowlful, he had brought me a full quart,
and from the recesses of his coat he produced half
a loaf of white bread, Swiss bread, we called it,
(13:39):
and it was a great treat for me. I found
out afterwards that Ted had received the other half. The
guard told me to keep hidden what I did not
eat then, so I knew he was breaking the rules
and giving it to me. He sat with his gun
between his knees, muzzle upwards, and while I ate the soup,
(14:01):
he talked to me, asking me where I came from
and what I had been doing before the war. When
I told him I had been a carpenter, he said
he was a bridge builder of Trieste, and he said,
I wish I was back at it. It is more
to my liking to build things than to destroy them.
(14:23):
I said, I like my old job better than this
one too, whereupon he broke out impatiently, we're fools to
fight each other. What spite have you and I at
each other? I told him we had no quarrel with
the German people, but we knew the military despotism of
Germany had to be literally smashed to pieces before there
(14:45):
could be any peace, and naturally enough, the German people
had to suffer for having allowed such a tyrant to
exist in their country. We were all suffering in the process.
I said, it's money, he said, after a pause, It
is the money interests that work against human interests every
(15:07):
time and all the time. The big ones have their
iron heel on our necks. They lash us with a
whip of starvation. They have controlled our education, our preachers,
government and everything. And the reason they brought on the
war is that they were afraid of us. We were
(15:27):
getting too strong. In the last election, we had nearly
a majority, and the capitalists saw we were going to
get the upper hand. So to set back the world,
they brought on the war to kill us off. At first,
we refuse to fight, some of us, but they played
(15:48):
up the hatred of England which they have bred in us,
and they stampeded many of our people on the love
of the fatherland. Our ranks broke, our leaders were put
in jail, and some were shot. It's hard to go
back on your country too. But I don't believe in
nationalities any more. Nationalities are a curse, and as long
(16:13):
as we have them, the ruling class will play us off,
one against the other to gain their own ends. There
is only one race, the human race, and only two
divisions of it. There are those who represent money rights
and special privileges, and those who stand for human rights.
(16:35):
The more you think of it, the more you will
see the whole fabric of society resolving itself into these
two classes. The whole military system is built on the
sacrifice of human rights. I looked at him in astonishment.
Who are you, i asked. I am just a bridge builder,
(17:00):
he answered, But I am a follower of Leibnecht. We
can't do much until the Prussian system is defeated. There
are just a few of us here. The guard who
got you the blanket is one of us. We do
what we can for the prisoners. Sometimes we are caught
(17:20):
and strafed. There is no place for kindness in our army,
he added, sadly. I must go now, he said. I
heard one of the guards say we were going to
be moved on to another camp. I may not see
you again, but I'll speak to a guard I know
who will try to get the good soup for you.
(17:43):
The sergeant of the guard is all right, but some
of them are devils. They are looking for promotion and
know the way to get it is to excel in cruelty.
We shall not meet, but remember we shall win. Germany's
military power will be defeated. Russia's military power is crumbling.
(18:07):
Now the military power of the world is going down
to defeat, but the people of all nations are going
to win. We stood up and shook hands, and he
went out, locking me in the cell. As before, I
have thought long and often of the bridge Builder of
(18:29):
Trieste and his vision of the victory which is coming
to the world. And I too can see that it
is coming. Not by explosions and bombardments, with the shrieks
of the wounded and the groans of the dying. Not
that way will it come. But when these have passed,
(18:50):
there shall be heard a still small voice which will
be the voice of God. And its words shall be
Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. End of section fourteen.
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