“It’s a Terrible Job, but it Must be Done”

A dear Christian sends me the following incident in a, letter: ―
“A nice young fellow whom I met in the train. He got into my compartment at Lancaster, his mother and sister, wife and child all giving him a last, tearful farewell. He then fell back on his seat and covered his eyes for a few minutes and said to me: ‘It’s a terrible-job, but it must be done.’ I found he had been fifteen months at the Front―had been over the top twice, and got safely back. He was, most respectful when I told him of the one great death that alone can save the sinner who trusts it―the death of Jesus. I promised to sends him a Testament.
“I trust you are now keeping better, and that you are still able to carry on your noble work for Christ. ―T. R.”