Nine-and-ninety years ago, the world was at war. Had been for a few weeks. Had no idea that it should be for four years, and then have an armistice just long enough to raise up a new generation of reinforcements.

And next year, it will be the seventy-fifth anniversary of the second act of those wars, after the long intermission.

And twelve years ago?

Twelve years ago, in the city of New York, in the city of Washington, in rural Pennsylvania, the same evil walked once more. It did not don the rai...