But now$$$ for the first time$$$ I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades$$$ of your bayonet$$$ of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me$$$ comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never te

But now$$$ for the first time$$$ I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades$$$ of your bayonet$$$ of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me$$$ comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us$$$ that your mothers are just as anxious as ours$$$ and that we have the same fear of death$$$ and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me$$$ comrade; how could you be my enemy?