Taylor, Brainerd, 1877-1955
Brent writes that he has suffered a very personal loss and feels it deeply. The young son of a French family he befriended was killed in battle, and he called on the boy's mother to find her sitting at the table surrounded by pictures of her son and crying for her "povre petit bebe." He knows the toll the war takes and the thousands that die, but it's never been so close to him in this way and he is glad his own mother was spared a similar fate when he was a young soldier. He compares the loss of French and American life to the loss of young German boys, just as young or even younger being lied to and manipulated by the Kaiser.