We have nothing to fear from these Americans.
They are simply boys who think that war is like Samson with his shield and spear and sword, like David with his sling.
They do not know war is now the conflict of smoke stacks—a combat of the driving wheel and engine, of splintered steel and toxic gas in melted lungs.
When we dug this trench we unearthed not dirt alone but legs, arms, skulls, helmets, all the debris of this mighty struggle.
This is reality of what they now face.