THE PRICE OF VICTORY

Mother what if we lose this war? Remarked my little son one afternoon as he scanned the headlines of the daily news. "But, we aren't going to lose my darling, we're going to win," I replied. "But, we could lose, couldn't we?" He questioned wonderingly. "Oh yes," I went on to explain. "We could lose very easily. Victory for us will mean hard work and doing without a lot of things that has always seemed very essential to our welfare. But it doesn't make any difference what we have to do without, just so we win, does it, Mother?" Interrupted my small daughter, who had been an interested listener to our conversation.

"It makes no difference;" these words had come from the lips of almost a baby. Yet, I felt in my heart, how true they were. No, it makes no difference, how hard the task or how long the hours, it makes no difference how, anxious the days or how sleepless the nights, if we only win victory. For to accept defeat means the loss of everything that life holds dear for us, for after all, it is the little things that count for happiness in this life. The musical ring of a child's happy laughter, the little church on the hill, where we meet to worship God according to the dictates of our own conscience. 'The happy home life where, with loved ones we find a refuge of peace and quiet from the cares and restlessness of the outside world.

These things are, what America's sons are pouring out their lifeblood to preserve. The way of life we wish to leave as a heritage to our children and to generations to come. We stand at the crossroad of the survival of civilization; there can be no choice for us in this war for the survival of freedom.

It's Victory or nothing

But, 'twill not be bought

Without a price.

Of blood arid toil.,

Of pain and tears,

Yet, we must make this sacrifice.

To keep our freedom

Thru the years.

Dear God to Thee,

We humbly pray,

Renew our hearts

With courage strong.

And be our captain all the-way,

"Till right prevails

And victory won."

Back