have died in their millions for Christ, and now 1 am
'gbin&tq avenge my people! My uncle and my mother
they both escaped, they were saved by a family of
Catholic Armenians; we had always been Gregorians
,p> to .then, but after that we also became Catholics
^ .the Catholics were being protected by the French,
^6'.my uncle thought better get French protection.
:|;,3inl^glad to be here; I shall fight for France, for
Jesus Christ and my dear dead people — it is good to
:haye. something for which to fight, when I think of
my people I feel like a lion! My uncle he saw a
remarkable thing: it was outside the station at Con-
stantinople; the railway cutting was piled with our
dead and dying, they had thrown them into the cutting
and because they were there the train could not pass, -
it was blocked by our martyred dead and dying.
My uncle has told me this many times: a tall English-
man left the train, he has told me, a man very young
but whose hair was quite white, and whose clothes
were all white, my uncle thought drill — that was in
August, 1896, when the mob was rewarded for killing
my people. The Englishman carried those who were
dying back into the station — they dared not refuse
him: 'This is terrible!55 the officials exclaimed to the
Englishman because he was English. And my uncle
says this: "He was all white," he says, "but after a
little while he was scarlet.53 That is why I am glad
to be here in this trench fighting for France and also
for England.5 A shell burst a trifle too close to be
pleasant and Toto ducked, then the whispering
continued, 'With my bayonet I shall slit many Turks;
oh yes, oh yes; "blood for blood,55 I shall say, "my
mother ate dung, and now you, filthy dogs who kill
innocent Christians, you can eat your own entrails!55 5
On and on went that rapid, hysterical voice.
Christophe heard it, but only with half his mind, for
his mind was engrossed by thoughts of Anfos. Kahn
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