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"That's a question you'd better ask of the Lord." He laughed his old laugh and tugged again at his cap. "Well, little one, that's all the time we have. It's goodbye now. I'm thankful to have seen you again."

He took her hand in his and pressed it firmly, looked eyes, turned, and was gone. He made his way to one of the trucks and climbed up on it, turning again to wave, "Au revoir!" he shouted. "Be of good heart. We'll come back! Wait for us! We will need you."

Nature and Man were in terrible need of each other, for Nature, too, felt the terrible death from the skies, driving huge pits into the bleeding earth and shattering her woods as the bombs fell with a deafening roar in the midst of the green, primeval forests.

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