The Price of War

He knelt beside Gregg, sponging his face gently with the bit of shirt and keeping the wad firmly on the wound. A litle while ago — only an hour or so back, he thought wearily — he had thrilled to the drum beating to quarters. As the cannon roared out he had felt the fierce excitement of battle. But this — this dark space strewn with fevered minds and broken bodies — this was the price of that battle. This was the other side of the coin of war — anguish and misery and death. Jeremy closed his eyes to shut out the horror.

Audrey White Beyer, Capture at Sea, (USA: Scholastic, 1967), 53.