The war has turned for me, not in any victorious sense, but in the way I percieve this madness.  We had such high hopes for our nation when we started this whole thing.  Like sheep, we trusted that those in charge would protect us and send us into harm's way only when it was absolutely necessary.  I now know that we truly are sheep, being led straight to the slaughter.   If I survive this war, I promise I will never forget the day July 1, 1916.