We see in the picture a French dog ambulance truck, used to convey a wounded soldier to the hospital. It is so beautifully made that one dog is able to draw it easily, What care was taken, when possible, of those wounded in the service of their country during the last war. And what care God took of His own in those fearful days. An Army Chaplain tells the following story of a dying soldier boy. The boy said, “God never forgets us. Although we are lying here sick and suffering, He is still watching over us, and Jesus Himself seems to come round and He says, Is there anything you want, lad? Can I do anything for you?” Then he became conscious again and said: “Are you still there, sir?” “Yes, lad.” “I do hope my mother is not worrying about me, sir. I do wish she was here, for I want her so badly.” Just as I laid my hand on his brow his mind went again. “Is that you, mater? I have been wanting you so badly.” Then he commenced to sing softly. There’s a Friend for little children. “Once more his eyes opened, and the old question was asked,” Are you still there, sir?” “Yes, lad.” “Do you think my mother would come if you sent for her, sir?” “Of course she would, lad,” I replied. “Then will you bring her, sir? “I told him that if he would promise to go to sleep I would do what I could to bring her. He closed his eyes and turned his head over on the pillow and said, “Good night, daddy! Good night, mater!” As I turned from the bed the sister said, “Poor boy!” And found I had a large lump in my throat. The next day he died. And so the tragedy of war went on. This morning it was heart-breaking to see the grief of a man and his wife grieving at the graveside over the body of their son, their only child.