Gas-breathing refuser of hired killing

I feel pretty well; I am not ill, but I am not exactly happy. I am somewhat tired, and would prefer remaining quiet to-night. I will, however, go to bed, and endeavour to get a few hours' sleep. I will pay a Gas Company to let me live in their service, rather than be hired to slaughter men. If my vital air be poison, let meinhale it at the cheapest rate. Let me live, and let other people fight. I will not be a hired assassin.