The GAC

No. I am one who beleives in doing things, even though necesarily small.
What if I can be but one of the little drops of Water or little grains
of Sand? I am ready to rise like a lioness to my country's call and
would, if permitted and not considered imodest by my Familey, put on the
clothing of the Other Sex and go into the trenches.

What can I do?

It is strange to be going home in this manner, thinking of Duty and not
of boys and young men. Usualy when about to return to my Familey I think
of Clothes and AFFAIRS DE COUER, because at school there is nothing
much of either except on Friday evenings. But now all is changed. All
my friends of the Other Sex will have roused to the defense of their
Country, and will be away.

And I to must do my part, or bit, as the English say.

But what? Oh what?

APRIL 10TH. I am writing this in the Train, which accounts for poor
writing, etcetera. But I cannot wait for I now see a way to help my
Country.

The way I thought of it was this: I had been sitting in deep thought, and although returning to my Familey
was feeling sad at the idea of my Country at war and I not helping.
Because what could I do, alone and unarmed? What was my strength against
that of the German Army? A trifle light as air!