CHRIS: [clenching his fists] You call me...

CHRIS: [clenching his fists] You call me that? You, whom I'd lay down my life for? I'm no slacker when I hear the real call of duty. Shall I desert the cause that needs me--you--Sister--home? For a fancied glory? Am I to take up the cause of a lot of kings and politicians who play with men's souls, as if they are cards--dealing them out, a hand here, in the Somme--a hand there, in Palestine--a hand there, in the Alps--a hand there, in Russia--and because the cards don't match well, call it a misdeal, gather them up, throw them in the discard, and call for a new deal of a million human, suffering souls? And I must be the Deuce of Spades?

Dunbar-Nelson, Alice, Mine Eyes Have Seen, National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, 1918, pp. 271-275.