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We, the fragmentary remains of an age still struggling against itself, now dedicate this collection of memories to those men of Western Maryland who died in this last war. We know not whether their brutal murders have deter- mined us to live in peace, to aid the world in living life; yet we hope. We hope our eyes are opened unto all the world; we hope that we may see a brother- hood of peoples side by side in peace. Then only wUJ their deaths become a,'oned, for the world is not divisible by race, or creed, or country. We lift our eyes; let us some day lift our heads and kill no more upon their graves.