"Have you any arrangements of your own that you wish to make? Do you wish to see a chaplain, for example?"
"I could hardly secure a longer rest for myself by depriving him of some of his."
"Good God, man! do you mean to go to your death with nothing but jokes upon your lips? Do you know that this is a serious matter?"
"How can I know that? I have never been dead in all my life. I have heard that death is a serious matter, but never from any of those who have experienced it."
The general was silent for a moment; the man interested, perhaps amused him—a type not previously encountered.
"Death," he said, "is at least a loss—a loss of such happiness as we have, and of opportunities for more."
"A loss of which we shall never be conscious can be borne with composure and therefore expected without apprehension. You must have observed, General, that of all the dead men with whom it is your soldierly pleasure to strew your path none shows signs of regret."
"If the being dead is not a regrettable condition, yet the becoming so—the act of dying
