At the counter foods they loved were being provided.
Against one of the poles of the marquee stood a stately Indian of some
rank. He had been seen there often before. He rarely spoke but seemed
intensely interested. On this particular night the time arrived for the
closing of the tent. The little groups gradually disappeared and the
tent curtains were being replaced when the leader of the work found
himself addressed by the Indian:
Why do you serve us in this way? You are not here by Government
orders. You come when you like and you go when you like. There is
only one religion on earth that would lead its servants to serve in
this way, Christianity. I have been watching you men, and I have
come to the conclusion that Christianity will fit the East as it
can never fit the West. When the war is over I want you to send one
of your men to my village. We are all Hindus, but my people will do
what I tell them.
One of the ghastly tragedies of the war is that two great nations
nominally Christian are at each other's throats. In the world's eyes
Christian civilisation has broken down.
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