Written October 22, 1934 at age 40

Note - I know he married my great-grandmother at some point when he was 40 and she was 17, but I don't know what time of year that was. At any rate - this is where his lonely spell comes to an end.

If your nation starts to battle

Greek or German, Jap or Jew,

Will you give your all, nor prattle?

Say, I ask you now, will you?

Just suppose my boy gets order

To depart with gas and gun;

Crossing intervening border,

To your land, and meets your son.

They had never faced each other;

Never hated; never met.

Yet each nation thinks the other

Is the culprit they should get.

Why should sane men kill a stranger;

Someone they would never hate?

If we DON'T support it, neighbor,

War will fall by its own weight.