Chapter 34: An Old War Horse
"I never saw my dear master again. I believe he fell dead from the saddle.
I never loved any other master so well. I went into many other engagements,
but was only once wounded, and then not seriously; and when the war was over
I came back again to England, as sound and strong as when I went out."
I said, "I have heard people talk about war as if it was a very fine thing."
"Ah!" said he, "I should think they never saw it. No doubt it is very fine
when there is no enemy, when it is just exercise and parade and sham fight.
Yes, it is very fine then; but when thousands of good brave men and horses
are killed or crippled for life, it has a very different look."
"Do you know what they fought about?" said I.
"No," he said, "that is more than a horse can understand,
but the enemy must have been awfully wicked people, if it was right
to go all that way over the sea on purpose to kill them."